Some of them weren't really so bad.
First entry:
Monday, December 25, 1989 (I was 8, obviously the diary was a christmas present)
Today was christmas day. I got great presents. The power pad was cool we played it.
(Neat handwriting was never my strong point. I can't even make out some of the words in other entries.)
Most of them are mundane and boring descriptions of my days:
Thursday, December 28, 1989
We went to see the little Murmaid but it was sold out so we are going tomorrow to see the Wizard.
Wednesday, February 7, 1990 (I guess I learned how to spell Wednesday)
Today in G.T. (Gifted and Talented.) there were only 3 kids instead of 6! Jessica, Nicole, and Iris weren't there! Only Kevin Jhonothan and I. were there!
Some of them provide an interesting insight into how my 8-year-old self viewed important things:
Wennesday, December 27, 1989 (I guess I wasn't so great at spelling, after all)
I am in love! Tommy B is so cool! Me and my sister went to his house today and had a great time. His other friend (Josh) was there and he played with us.
(under this entry is a note dated November 9, 1990 saying "I hate Tommy B.")
Monday, January 1, 1989
Today I went to my boyfriends house and yesterday I saw my other boyfriend Jason at the movies but he didn't see me. When we went to see the little Murmaid.
I think this one is the absolute worst, though:
Saturday, January 4, 1992
Dear Diary,
I think Richie likes me. Today at roller skating he called me a Bitch. Erica came over. Tiff did too. We had fun.
Love Jene
(Yes, Bitch was capitalized. Maybe we should stop telling little girls that if a boy is mean to you it means they like you. Interestingly, there's an entry a few days later referring to my "former friends" Erica and Tiff. Erica is still one of my BFFs today!)
Plenty more where those came from, for sure. I'll have to scan some of the illustrations I drew to go along with the entries. Complete diagrams of cafeteria tables and basketball courts, detailing exactly where I was sitting in relation to my "boyfriends." My high school ones are even worse.
But really, who didn't love The Wizard?
