A glimpse of me at 8

Reading L. M. Montgomery's childhood journals inspired me to take a look back at my own. It made me understand why Laud burned her earliest journals...mine are pretty embarrassing, and consist mostly of entries like: "Today was good. I woke up at 7:30. I had cheerios for breakfast. We went to church. I came home and played a game. We had spaghetti for dinner." Gosh, I'm so glad I have a record of that, or I would probably have totally forgotten. (Maud said she wrote mostly about the weather...compared to mine, those entries must have been fascinating....)

I did come across one entry, however, that I find somewhat hilarious. Here it is:

For those of you unfamiliar with sports' drills, "suicides" is a speed drill...just so you know.

And here is a picture of me from around the same time, when I was 8...and a redhead if the sun hit just right. :)


Yup, there's the girl that thought folding laundry constituted a "SUPER" day. (Well, I'm sure the bubblegum ice cream helped.)

I'm not sure, looking back, that I haven't regressed since then. After all, I now think laundry is a chore; the knowledge of all the food coloring in bubblegum ice cream generally makes me choose something all mature like strawberry cheesecake; and my haircut isn't nearly so cute. On the plus side, I can now spell "presents" and "jewelry," and my handwriting is much better...

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  1. I remember that day! The play makeup was wonderful--although the odd coloured lipstick probably is the reason why I tend to avoid anything but the most natural shades now;)

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    1. Oh, yeah, that was weird lipstick. I'm sure I didn't put it on too professionally, either... :)

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  2. I think it's awesome that you kept those journals. Even what seems mundane to us is fascinating to others - that's been proven time and time again when historians (like me!) find historical journals and love all those wonderful little details.

    I don't mind folding laundry - it's a soothing activity for me. Except folding socks. I hate that.

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    1. Socks are definitely the worst. I actually made up a lovely game I play with my daughters, where whoever makes the most matches wins. :)
      I'm not sure historians will find much of interest in my journals...but I'm glad I kept them to laugh at!

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  3. Oh man, this inspires me to crack open my journals from that time frame, too! I think what amuses me the most is the image of you playing basketball :)

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    1. Really? I actually was pretty good at it, although that year in particular I did not make a single basket. I was really into sports until I was 13 and had major back surgery...and even though I'm not very good anymore, I still enjoy a game of one-on-one on occasion and find playing catch to be the best stress reliever around. :)

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  4. So cute! It's funny to see what things held sway when we were young, isn't it?

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    1. Yeah...that bubblegum ice cream was a really big deal. :)

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  5. That is so cute! My diary entries were exactly like that! Hahaha, how funny. When I was 14, I tossed my childhood diaries because there were too many of them, they took up too much space, and were sooo boring. I still have my journals from high school until now. Those are much more interesting and insightful! It would be kind of funny to see my old childhood diaries again, though.

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    1. I considered throwing these out when I was a teenager, but I resisted. :) I actually wanted to post something from my highschool journal, but I couldn't find it!

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  6. Oh, I love this. It's so fun to see the ways LMM is seeping into things over here. You were adorable, by the way. xo

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    1. Thanks. :) I'm glad for any chance to let LMM seep into things!

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  7. How adorable is that? And I'm referring to both the 8 year old you and the diary entry. Soon as I read the word SUICIDES my side started hurting!! :)

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    1. Ahh...then you're familiar with them. :) I took great pride in my third place that day, because I was the youngest and smallest kid on my team...

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  8. Cute! I wrote TONS of poetry in high school that I would love to re-read now, but alas, when my mom and dad moved, those pearls of wisdom (cough cough) were dumped. Probably for the best.

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