When I was young, probably about 10 or 11, my sister and I had a contest to see who could write in their journal for the most consecutive nights in a row. I don’t remember what the prize was but I’m pretty sure my sister won. I do remember that once during the contest I read her journal. It was a horrible thing to do and I knew it. I did it anyway. She was pretty mad at me when she found out. As a 12 year old girl I’m sure she had so many secrets to keep. Like how cute Justin Newman was.
Even thought I didn’t win the contest I won so much more. Ever since that time I have been a regular journal writer. (I must admit that I have not been as good about it the last few years.) That means that I have several journals full of stories about my life.
I decided to have a series called Blast from the Past where I will post one of my journal entries from a random day in the last 20 years of my life. I may comment on it or I may just let it speak for itself.
We’ll start today.
This was the earliest entry I could find in the few minutes I took to look.
(I left the spelling and grammar just how it was when it was written.)
Dec. 28, 1990
“Today I went sleding and when I got home I went to the store with my mom, sisters and a girl we were tending. Then when we got home we ate lunch. Then I played a game named quizzard. Then I went to clean my room. I am saposed to be cleaning but my mom left so I’m not. Today I thought about something. My boyfriend, my friends thing his is cute but they don’t like his persanaliaty so they don’t like him but I like him. I think he is cute. His name is Justin Dunaway.”
Just a couple of thoughts. First, I was 10. I didn’t remember having a “boyfriend” when I was ten. Once I read it, it came back to me. Of course it was just a “do you want to go out with me,” boyfriend who I said yes to then barely talked to again. Man, it’s still kind of crazy. I swear that is too young to like boys.
Second, I laughed when I read that I stopped cleaning because my mom left. I guess I shouldn’t get so annoyed at my kids when they do the same thing.