In honor of the holiday we’re doing this a day early. Check out this journal entry from 26 (!!!) years ago. Note the line near the bottom about how “Some people ONLY get Valentines from their parents.” This is still something I’m working through.
Y’all. Seven-year-old me was pretty great to have in a crisis.
Only the coolest 8-year-olds had Walkmans. And spoiled toddlers, apparently. I don’t know how I thought I was going to pay for one for her on her sixth birthday (two months away at this point). That was obviously a lie to make me look good in front of Mrs. Kleinhans.
More from my third-grade school journal…. At 8, I was already telling it like it is. #nonewfriends
As it pretty much does now, my third-grade happiness revolved around good television.
So this is a new thing we’re doing here on the blog because I found some of my third-grade writings and they’re GOLDEN. I did not like a couple of the kids across the street so I don’t know which one this is referring to. And I still wish that Spray-Can Silence was real. It would haveContinue reading “#tbt: Tales of a third-grade Laura”