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.
Just when you thought the well might be running dry… I found my second grade journals. I had the same teacher in second and third grade so we had the same kind of daily writing prompt thing both years and I’m real glad I kept them all because there are some real gems in there, so this feature on the ol’ blog can go on for quite a while longer.
The story below omits several key details that don’t make me look like the bad guy I actually was in this story. (Meaning the part where we wouldn’t help her into the truck so she stood on the bike in gravel and it slipped out from under her and she had to get stitches).
*BONUS – I wrote about it again in third grade. Still only half the story. Still not taking responsibility for her hospital trip.. still obviously working through some shit.
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 have come in handy in my adult life many a time.
Ohhhhhh you guys. Have I got a treat for you.
My parents are attempting to clean out some of the million boxes of things in their basement, which includes giving us kids some of our old stuff they’ve kept. A couple weeks ago, I collected one box from ’em – with such gems in it as Rachel’s lava lamp (whoops), my A Knight’s Tale poster (R.I.P. Heath Ledger) aaaaaand, a notebook of mine from third grade.
You see, my third-grade teacher, Mrs. Kleinhans (who also taught me in second-grade and is probably my all-time fave), had us keep a daily journal in her class. She would write a short prompt on the board and we had to write something based off that prompt. (Fun fact: Sometimes she drew pictures and we’d have to write what we thought they were.)
There are some GLORIOUS entries in there, which brings us to this new feature here on the blog for TBT. We’re going to take a walk down memory lane and revisit the beginnings of my career as a writer. You can see the talent even then.
You would be playing. WE GET IT, DAMN.
Also: Look at that phenomenal penmanship. Thanks, Mrs. Kleinhans!