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)
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