My mom came up to visit the other day. With her, she brought a treasure from long ago...
First, I wrote sparingly with only occasional entries here and there. I was a little on the hot and cold side when it came to recording my innermost thoughts. Bummer.
Second, I seemed to think that my diary was a way to manipulate my mother (who was surely reading this, in my mind.) From the looks of things, I bet I even left the diary out... and open... to the exact page I wanted her to see... maybe on her pillow? Geez.
Thirdly, I was kind of a melodramatic... brat? "Never happy," my foot. I want to smack this child.
(flipping through more pages)
But then? Then it all turned out okay. Because 8 year old Whitney made 34 year old Whitney laugh.
Little Whitneeeey. You're so silly.
It's almost 1985! Goshhhhhhh!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the best laugh I've had all day.
Love it! I found an old journal at my mom's last year (from age 9 or 10 I think) and it was equally melodramatic. I also was wanting a ten-speed b/c everyone else had one.
ReplyDeleteJust wait till Emma has a diary!
You have made my day!
ReplyDeleteHahahaha I have my fourth grade diary that I kept at school. If I ever want a good laugh, I pull it out. funny stuff, even better was the Cabbage Patch cover.
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