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Mar. 4th, 2007 09:39 pmI just found a diary entry from January 1, 1997. Over ten years ago.
Transcribed, complete with spelling errors and questionable grammar:
Wedsday (is that spelled right?) January 1, 1997
Happy New Years! In october 22, 1996, I turned 9. I am 4'11" tall and wear size 4 1/2 shoes. I am in the fourth grade and my teacher is Mr. Brown. (He's really mean but I can't tell my mom.) My hobby is electric trains and I have a huge set of them. My interests are swimming (definnetly not diving.) (Diving makes my stomach go around.) History, Math, Science, Writing, Reading, and P.E.
I wish I could have met myself when I was a child. You know? Wouldn't it be cool if you could do that?
Don't eat at Taco Bell in December of 1999, I would tell myself. It will result in your forever associating Stevenson's Kidnapped with stomach pain so severe you'll think you're dying.
Get to know your grandfather. He won't live forever, and when he dies, you'll always wish you had talked to him while you could.
Value every single second of happiness, every single one. Sometimes they'll be all you have to hang on to.
Learn from your mother, and let her go. Talk to your father before it gets awkward. Realize that you will never find stronger or more complex relationships than the ones you have with your siblings. Don't taunt your sister; you'll grow to love her so much that she and your brother are literally the only two people you can imagine killing for.
Keep smiling, kiddo. Keep smiling.
Transcribed, complete with spelling errors and questionable grammar:
Wedsday (is that spelled right?) January 1, 1997
Happy New Years! In october 22, 1996, I turned 9. I am 4'11" tall and wear size 4 1/2 shoes. I am in the fourth grade and my teacher is Mr. Brown. (He's really mean but I can't tell my mom.) My hobby is electric trains and I have a huge set of them. My interests are swimming (definnetly not diving.) (Diving makes my stomach go around.) History, Math, Science, Writing, Reading, and P.E.
I wish I could have met myself when I was a child. You know? Wouldn't it be cool if you could do that?
Don't eat at Taco Bell in December of 1999, I would tell myself. It will result in your forever associating Stevenson's Kidnapped with stomach pain so severe you'll think you're dying.
Get to know your grandfather. He won't live forever, and when he dies, you'll always wish you had talked to him while you could.
Value every single second of happiness, every single one. Sometimes they'll be all you have to hang on to.
Learn from your mother, and let her go. Talk to your father before it gets awkward. Realize that you will never find stronger or more complex relationships than the ones you have with your siblings. Don't taunt your sister; you'll grow to love her so much that she and your brother are literally the only two people you can imagine killing for.
Keep smiling, kiddo. Keep smiling.