Dear Diary,
Today I came home from Granny's. Nothing else happened. All I think about is Dax. He should be headed home by now too.
I am worried about school starting too. Being a 6th grader is going to be a new experience. Hope I make it.
Okay, that makes me laugh. I am seriously worried about surviving the 6th grade. If the 11 year old me knew what sorts of things I would survive in my life, 6th grade would seem like cake! I guess that is the way of life though. First you have to survive the 6th grade. Then you start to learn what you need to know to get you through high school, college, marriage, jobs and children. Life is full of baby steps and 6th grade is one of them!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, August 17, 1988
Dear Diary,
I got Dax's address!!! I was at my granny's house and I called Dax's sister's house. I got to talk to Dax for a long time. (30 minutes) It was great!
My cousin, Lance was there. I bugged him about his new girlfriend. We watched to movies together, "Monstor Squad" and "Private Eyes". I had gobs of fun!
Wow....a 30 minute conversation with a boy! How crazy am I? Funny that now I can't remember anything about that conversation but at that time it was so important to me.
More background info: Lance is my age. I feel more like we are brother and sister than cousins. Lance is 9 months my elder and in my eyes, those 9 months made him incredibly wise as we were growing up. I always enjoyed trips to my grandma's house to spend time with Lance.
And, "gobs"????? Did I really say "I had gobs of fun"?
I got Dax's address!!! I was at my granny's house and I called Dax's sister's house. I got to talk to Dax for a long time. (30 minutes) It was great!
My cousin, Lance was there. I bugged him about his new girlfriend. We watched to movies together, "Monstor Squad" and "Private Eyes". I had gobs of fun!
Wow....a 30 minute conversation with a boy! How crazy am I? Funny that now I can't remember anything about that conversation but at that time it was so important to me.
More background info: Lance is my age. I feel more like we are brother and sister than cousins. Lance is 9 months my elder and in my eyes, those 9 months made him incredibly wise as we were growing up. I always enjoyed trips to my grandma's house to spend time with Lance.
And, "gobs"????? Did I really say "I had gobs of fun"?
Tuesday, August 16, 1988
I am skipping a few days here. But remember, I am 11. Not much happens between Saturday and Tuesday.
Dear Diary,
I got back from my friend Tori's house about 10:00 this morning. We had fun. When I got home I found out that while I was gone everybody had to gone out to the camp ground yesterday. Lucy told me that Dax was there! I would have rather seen him than go to Tori's. What made me most depressed was that Lucy said Dax seemed to recognize them and came looking for me. ME! Lucy said he asked about me and she told him I wasn't with them. She said he looked sad when she told him that. Boy, I wish I could have gone with them!
Maybe I should try to clear up a few things as we go along here. Tori is a friend of mine from school. I will tell you more about Tori later. Lucy is my sister. She is two years younger than me. We were pretty good friends growing up besides a few ugly teen years. We are still very close today. Why was Dax still at camp you might ask? He spent a big portion of the summers with his sister and brother-in-law who lived on the camp grounds. His sister and her husband took care of maintenance of the grounds and helped run the different camp activities during the year. So there you have it; clear as mud. Boring, I know. But, you can't build a story without background information.
Dear Diary,
I got back from my friend Tori's house about 10:00 this morning. We had fun. When I got home I found out that while I was gone everybody had to gone out to the camp ground yesterday. Lucy told me that Dax was there! I would have rather seen him than go to Tori's. What made me most depressed was that Lucy said Dax seemed to recognize them and came looking for me. ME! Lucy said he asked about me and she told him I wasn't with them. She said he looked sad when she told him that. Boy, I wish I could have gone with them!
Maybe I should try to clear up a few things as we go along here. Tori is a friend of mine from school. I will tell you more about Tori later. Lucy is my sister. She is two years younger than me. We were pretty good friends growing up besides a few ugly teen years. We are still very close today. Why was Dax still at camp you might ask? He spent a big portion of the summers with his sister and brother-in-law who lived on the camp grounds. His sister and her husband took care of maintenance of the grounds and helped run the different camp activities during the year. So there you have it; clear as mud. Boring, I know. But, you can't build a story without background information.
Saturday, August 13, 1988
Dear Diary,
Today I didn't do too much. I thought about Dax alot. Mom took me shopping. I got a new pair of blue jeans, a tape, and mom got a piano book. I can play a few songs in it.
I am afraid I will not be able to find Dax's address. I forgot to get it from him before we left camp. Then he will think I don't like him because I didn't write him. But, tomorrow is Sunday so I can ask Mindy at church. (they are related somehow)
So, now the embarrassment will begin. I didn't have a flare for writing back then. But do you see that already Dax is starting to consume my thoughts? How do boy-crazy, 11 yr. old girls make it in this world? (probably a question we will all be asking alot as this saga continues)
Today I didn't do too much. I thought about Dax alot. Mom took me shopping. I got a new pair of blue jeans, a tape, and mom got a piano book. I can play a few songs in it.
I am afraid I will not be able to find Dax's address. I forgot to get it from him before we left camp. Then he will think I don't like him because I didn't write him. But, tomorrow is Sunday so I can ask Mindy at church. (they are related somehow)
So, now the embarrassment will begin. I didn't have a flare for writing back then. But do you see that already Dax is starting to consume my thoughts? How do boy-crazy, 11 yr. old girls make it in this world? (probably a question we will all be asking alot as this saga continues)
Friday, August 12, 1988
This is my first entry... the one that started it all!
Dear Diary,
Today I got back from camp. I had gotten sick Tuesday and Wednesday and didn't feel good. I met some new friends at camp. I met a very special friend too. His name is Dax. He is 13 and is fun to be around. When I was sick, he came and sat down with me. He stayed with me for 2 hours! Dax is the kind of guy that doesn't care if you're a girl or not. We spent lots of time together and on the last day we gave each other a big hug. I will start writing to him now.
Well, nothing earth shattering in that entry. I guess you can't look inside your soul and answer your deepest, darkest questions by looking at one diary entry.
I think its safe to tell you that Dax captured my 11 year old heart almost instantly. I think he was my first real crush. Not the elementary school, will you be my boyfriend- check yes or no, crush. But the, make you wish you were older so you could really act on your feelings, drive you crazy, make you daydream constantly, crush. Ever had one of those?
Dear Diary,
Today I got back from camp. I had gotten sick Tuesday and Wednesday and didn't feel good. I met some new friends at camp. I met a very special friend too. His name is Dax. He is 13 and is fun to be around. When I was sick, he came and sat down with me. He stayed with me for 2 hours! Dax is the kind of guy that doesn't care if you're a girl or not. We spent lots of time together and on the last day we gave each other a big hug. I will start writing to him now.
Well, nothing earth shattering in that entry. I guess you can't look inside your soul and answer your deepest, darkest questions by looking at one diary entry.
I think its safe to tell you that Dax captured my 11 year old heart almost instantly. I think he was my first real crush. Not the elementary school, will you be my boyfriend- check yes or no, crush. But the, make you wish you were older so you could really act on your feelings, drive you crazy, make you daydream constantly, crush. Ever had one of those?
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Hi. I'm Kate.
I have always been an avid journal keeper. It was somewhat of an obsession with me as I was growing up. My mom gave me my first diary when I was 11. It made me feel all grown up and secretive. The diary was blue with a picture of Snoopy on the front. It was truly one of the best gifts I ever received.
I'm not sure what made me such a faithful writer but every night before I went to sleep I would write about my day. I was convinced that my hum-drum life might have some significance one day. I was positive that even though I was only 11, I might stumble across the answer to one of life's big questions. I looked at myself as a historian of sorts and took my writing very seriously. I mean VERY seriously. We're talking matching the color of ink I used to the color of my mood. That is way serious for an 11 year old girl.
I was faithful with my writing all thru my high school years. I still wrote during college but not as often. Then I got married and my writing really slowed down. I got older and older and life did not spare me of some pretty crappy moments. That's when my writing ended. My precious history got boxed up and shoved in the back of a closet.
I found that box the other day. I sat down and started thumbing thru volumes and volumes of my thoughts. Some of it made me cringe (was I really that big of a dork?). Some of it made me laugh (yes I was that big of a dork). Some things made me laugh; others made me cry. Most importantly, reading my own words made me remember that I loved to write. And maybe there was a good reason that I kept all of those old diaries. Maybe I will learn something from myself if I reread them from the beginning to the end.
I suspect this will be embarrassing and somewhat incriminating. I hope I will learn some things about myself. I hope there will be readers that follow me thru this journey. Maybe just maybe I can help myself and others too by doing something that I enjoy, writing.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
I'm not sure what made me such a faithful writer but every night before I went to sleep I would write about my day. I was convinced that my hum-drum life might have some significance one day. I was positive that even though I was only 11, I might stumble across the answer to one of life's big questions. I looked at myself as a historian of sorts and took my writing very seriously. I mean VERY seriously. We're talking matching the color of ink I used to the color of my mood. That is way serious for an 11 year old girl.
I was faithful with my writing all thru my high school years. I still wrote during college but not as often. Then I got married and my writing really slowed down. I got older and older and life did not spare me of some pretty crappy moments. That's when my writing ended. My precious history got boxed up and shoved in the back of a closet.
I found that box the other day. I sat down and started thumbing thru volumes and volumes of my thoughts. Some of it made me cringe (was I really that big of a dork?). Some of it made me laugh (yes I was that big of a dork). Some things made me laugh; others made me cry. Most importantly, reading my own words made me remember that I loved to write. And maybe there was a good reason that I kept all of those old diaries. Maybe I will learn something from myself if I reread them from the beginning to the end.
I suspect this will be embarrassing and somewhat incriminating. I hope I will learn some things about myself. I hope there will be readers that follow me thru this journey. Maybe just maybe I can help myself and others too by doing something that I enjoy, writing.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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