Part
of the time I was home over Christmas, I had a cold. On one particular
afternoon when I felt like I had no energy, I tried lying down on the
couch to read, but I found that took far more concentration and brain
power than I had available to me. So I did what any normal kid
masquerading through life as an adult would do in that situation: I
asked my mom if she had any 25-year-old coloring books and crayons lying
around. Fortunately for me, my parents' recent kitchen renovations
have unearthed a few old coloring books, and so I happy ensconced myself
at the kitchen table with a box of Crayola crayons and a
Lady Lovely Locks
(I had totally forgotten how much I loved that whole "colored squirrels
in your hair" look -- totally trendy -- who doesn't want squirrels in
their hair?) coloring book while my mom made dinner, effectively time
traveling back in time to a simpler age for an afternoon. And while
looking for coloring books, my mom and I also found an old journal of
mine. In fact, I believe it's my first ever journal. Which makes what
follows below my first ever journal entry. And probably my shortest.
But really, who needs long when you can accomplish everything you need
to in something short? It's got everything: an introduction, the
establishment of suspense, a villain, conflict, and a cliff hanger by
way of a last line that vaguely suggests a possibly nefarious intent....
So here is my first ever journal entry:
I
love gymnastics. Today I have gymnastics and I can’t wait! I am in
intermediate and there’s a real snobby girl in my class. She thinks she
knows everything but I don’t know her name. I just can’t wait though.
So
my seven-year-old brain has me full of expectation.... I clearly wasn't
bothered by the snobby girl -- to the contrary, her presence seemed to
increase my excitement.... What exactly couldn't I wait for? To
befriend the snobby girl? (unlikely) To laugh at her? (how mean) To
show her up? (...yeah, that's pretty likely)
My teacher wrote in the margins, "Oo you'll have to tell me how it goes!"
Me, too. I want me to tell me how it went, too.
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