the view from here

last night i thumbed through a few items in the first box of two that my dad gave me of childhood memorabilia.  there was the homework; reports, stories, and papers...mostly A's, but pretty formulaic. and then there were the art projects: drawings, drawings, and more drawings...then the odds and ends: a mold of my crooked-ass growing teeth, certificates, my favorite books, a papa murphy's nametag..  there are a few gems:  handwritten, illustrated bound books from when i was in elementary and middle school, revealing the bizarre imaginary mindscape of yours truly. above all, the real discovery was a little turquoise spiral notebook, maybe three by four inches with a teddy bear and roller-skates cover, containing four haphazard diary entries.  i was ten.  here are a few ridiculous excerpts from april 23, 1990:

"dear diary, yesterday i learned that i am getting breasts.  it is pretty depressing, even though i should be glad."

"...i'm having a hard time with everything.  the worst one is boys.  i can't decide on a boy to like.  as you know, i used to like nathan.  but now i cant decide between nathan, brandt, geremy, turner, mitch, ian, andy, the list goes on and on..."

"track is great!  i love it, it's so fun!  i think i'm best at sprints.  my mom says that i've got strong legs and she says i get them from my pogo stick.  i've dressed up my teddy bear to look like stevie wonder, pretty amazing, but he resembles him very much.  well bye, jessica b."

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