September 25, 2020
My First Rejection Letter
When I was 10 and my next-door-neighbor, David Stolzenberg, was probably 13, we wrote a short story and submitted it to Boys’ Life, the magazine for Boy Scouts.
In an ancient box in a forgotten corner of our basement, I found the rejection letter. It is, I believe, my very first, kicking off a series of maybe a thousand. The tape marks in the corners suggest that I this pasted into a scrapbook at one point in my youth.
I don’t remember what the story was about. Maybe science fiction.
I do remember David well, though. He became a doctor, married, had children, and died in his thirties of cancer. I am still processing that.