So this past week I packed up (most of) my belongings from my childhood home. If you didn’t catch my last post, a “by-the-numbers run-down” of those 2 days, check it out here. Otherwise, let’s talk about one of the many things that I found among the boxes of stuff: my very first journal. Or diary, if you will.
I’ve been journaling since I was 6 and, although I’ve gotten better at the actual writing part (using correct grammar, spelling, etc.), I find my first journal entries to be pretty entertaining. Albeit embarrassing.
So here are a few entries from my very first journal. The lack of punctuation of the entries featured in this post is intentional as that is how they were originally written 18 years ago. Spelling and capitalization were also not important to me when I was 6. You’ve been warned. I’ve included thoughts after each entry, kind of as afterthoughts. 18 years after.
Dec 25, 1995
today i got a lot of presents and i got a diary just like i wanted and just like Kim and Meg got at the dance at ther house with her sister and me and Kim and Deven and somebody but i did not get something on the first round cuase i did not win the lottorey ticket i got from uncle wade but when we danced to much we would get tired and sit down and rest like Kim and Deven and Megan and me and Jessica.
(This entry was kind of difficult to decipher as most of the words seemed to be one long string of letters. See above.)
Feb 11, 1996
at valentine day we are going to have a patey my daddy can be a pane sometimes but I still love him thank you.
(I was very polite, thanking my readers at the end of this entry. Also, patey = party.)
March 10, 1996
today my friend Jessie she get to sleep over last night she had to go the smorning.
(The smorning = this morning. Not to be confused with the delectable treats made from chocolate, graham crackers, and marshmallows.)
March 23, 1996
I will never forget my bum bum hurt.
(I don’t remember this incident. I’m pretty sure it was just from over-wiping.)
March 23, 1996
today I am going to hide my key [in] the teddy bear bank thing.
(In case I forgot where I hid the key to this journal, I wrote it down. In the journal. So that the hiding place was hidden. When the journal was locked.)
April 18, 1996
this is who i love the most my mommy dad my cat Jack my kitten Jezebel my stufed anemles i love my house but i don’t love the fires that come to the houses and don’t bring houses to there life that means that there dead not alive.
(Happy thoughts turned morbid. Real quick.)