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.