I asked my mother if she could dig up any of my childhood journals. Recently she delivered.
My eighth grade journal was apparently started as a part of a school assignment. I can tell because each entry includes a vocabulary word which I would helpfully underline. As a result, though, the entries in this journal are 1. brief and 2. not juicy. Fortunately there are more journals coming.
You’ll be glad to know that one of my key personality traits emerged early: I have been a lady of leisure since the beginning.
In my defense, by eighth grade, I was in dance classes and rehearsals at least ten hours per week. On top of that, I was relatively serious about school and involved in activities like cheerleading and piano lessons.
Give a girl the weekend to nestle in bed, OK?
Sadly, my handwriting has only deteriorated. Hooray for email!