Wisdom from child me!
I was feeling a bit nostalgic today. I’ve been writing journals forever and I NEVER reread them.
I decided to change that and, at the very least, look at some of the ones from my childhood…
I hope it will inspire you and make you smile as we head into the holiday weekend…. What did your journals say?
“Today is Super Bowl Sunday. The 49ers are winning. Go 49ers!”
On my best trait:
“The best thing about me right now is I get along with my friends.”
On why I am “like-able”:
“People like me because I am nice to them.”
“I think people should give valentines to everyone in the class because I would feel left out if someone didn’t give me one.”
On catty fights:
“Right now I am in a fight with some girls in my class. It is about K.I.C. I know that stands for ‘Kellan is cute.’ So what…big deal.”
On the subject of “me” and school friends:
“Well, you might want to know about me. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. My Daddy does too! I am ten years old and I have an older brother whose name is Marc and is 13 and a half years old. I adore swimming. My old best friend Emily is precious. She normally wears darling clothes. Jovian was nice but he was mean and smelled horrible. P.S. Nice means ‘the kiss of death with the coffin sealed.'”
On the subject of the 1995 Oklahoma City bombing, written from Oklahoma:
“Today we are in Oklahoma. There was a bomb in Oklahoma City!! It killed a lot of people. It blew up at 9 am this morning. There are three suspects that had beards. As for myself, I don’t want to think about it. I am scared. There was a car with a bomb that set off the big bomb. It happened in a nine story building. Mom and I were driving behind Daddy in his truck with Marc and we were afraid we would lose them. Mom decided to listen to the radio and there was panic! There were lots of police sirens. We were scared! We couldn’t go through town so we had to use walkie talkies with Marc and Dad to find out other roads and exits. We are lucky we made it out! Still, Oklahoma is pretty compared to Texas or Nevada.”
On moving and making new friends:
“I am scared that we will have to move again. I have had enough of moving. It is horrible! You don’t know anyone when you first get there and they are nice, but then you pick out all the bad ones.”
On Southern accents:
“Now that we have been living in Nashville (well, Brentwood), I have noticed that everyone’s accents are not as strong as I used to think they were. Still, the accents are very strange. ‘Jaaaaaannnneee’ is how they say my mom’s name Jane. ‘Baaaaaaag’ is how they say bag. ‘Thank Yew’ is how they say thank you!”
What did your childhood journals say? What can we learn from our past? Let me know in the comments below.
I’ll have to do some more digging. There were some pretty good gems in there, weren’t there?