Have you ever gone back and flipped through the pages of an old journal? Looked at what it is you wrote when you were 16, 12, or younger? I got the idea from Barefoot Blue Jean Princess to search through my old journals. Well I found a gem hidden in one of the compartments of my jank desk-- a journal I kept from when I was 7 years old. I was actually very familiar with the journal.
My Aunt Betsy (My PopPop's sister) gave me the journal and a set of watercolor pencils as a gift when I came to visit her house in Connecticut. I was so excited I documented the entirety of the trip, a whole 3 pages worth. I was practically writing a novel or a blog!
How beautiful is this journal? I mean looking back at the yellow pages really is nostalgic.
"Today I'm at ant [aunt] Betsy's house. It is raining. They have a pool. They have 2 dogs."
So this looks nothing like Uncle Jim and Aunt Betsy's house. But I do remember being fascinated by her kaleidoscope collection and the spiral staircase inside the home. I'm surprised I did not draw that, but then again I probably wanted to show off my ability to draw a 3D house. Also I have to laugh at the fact that I had not-so-stick figure Jim jump into the pool of rippling water.
"We went to a resrate [restaurant.] I got a srllytpell [shirley temple.] Ther(e) was 2 anmalles [animals] hads [heads.] Bath-Room undsda (?) Grile [girl] but it was Martha and George. The Amacin [American] flage was on the wall. Ther(e) was a tren [train] going over her head. Ther was a sedi game [CD game or record player]"
I'm not sure if you all can even read any of that. I do remember this night and it really helps that I drew pictures of the place because I can put it all together in my head. The restaurant must have been a very American sort of establishment judging by the flag, taxidermy, and bathrooms. When I said "Bath-Room undsda (?) Grile [girl] but it was Martha and George" I meant that I was looking for the girls room, but the bathrooms were labeled Martha and George. Another thing that again I'm surprised 7-year old me did not include was my Uncle Teddy (my Dad's cousin) and I going up on stage and singing "There once was a bird no bigger..." and "A Tooty Ta Ta." My parents actually still talk about that saying how Teddy was such a blast.
"This is wher(e) I sat. There was 2 hat(s) on the wall. They played the chicken dace [dance] and 1 tamaer ["One Ton Tamaer."] Ther(e) was 2 moons. Ther(e) was a big painting on the wall. 2$. Mom a wade looked [my mom got a margarita.]"
Another night we went out to a mexican restaurant. I remember this so well because I was mortified that night. You can't tell by the poloroid, but I am seriously confused, embarassed, and scared here. Because they had the mariachi band sing me happy birthday, the waitors bring out a cake, and put a sombrero on my head. And it was not my birthday.
One thing is for certain, I'm still the same when it comes to journaling. I like there to be just as much pictures as there are words. So dig up your old journals from when you were young, see anything embarrassing? I know I'll dig up Shannon's 15 year old diaries soon and then shortly die of embarrassment afterwards because that's when I got pretty boy crazy.