While visiting the US over the summer, I found my old diaries in the desk of my old room and had fun looking through them. Now, at the beginning of a new year when most people are looking forward to what the future has in store, I'd like to take a look back to remember where I came from and how I became the person I am today... Just kidding--no deep philosophical crap here--Many of my old diary entries are absolutely hilarious, dorky, and ridiculous; so much so that I couldn't keep them to myself.
The first diary I had was started back in 1992 when I was 7 years old during the summer after 1st grade (or at least that is my best guess because I did not actually record the year at the time).
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| Notice the very specific date... |
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| Already on my way to becoming the next Picasso (or Lisa Frank). |
So, without further ado, I give you "Sarah's dolfins diure" page 1, entitled "Sarah and the dulfns":
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ons upon a time thir was a grle named Sarah and she loved dlfins and she loved them so much she neu all about them and she wonted one for a pet But she cunit have one but one knite on the 31 she cote to sleep with them and Beefor the 31 a nuw baby dolfin was born and she cote to see it the end.
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I know many authors say it is best to "write what you know" but I was basically plagiarizing my own life with that story. The following entry doesn't pretend to be a fairy tale, but actually lays out more details of the time I went to the MN zoo's after hours dolphin sleepover (which clearly set the theme for this diary).
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Page 2, entitled "the dolfin 3lepovre" (yes, I actually made a backwards 's' that looked like a three):
wen I went to the datfin sleep ovre I maed a shrt and I gat a bloon and it strte wen I was spost to be asleep wen the zoo closd and we had to have lie is we lornd alot abaut dolfine and we got to look in the kichin and I got to help gat the food rede and we got a snac and in the mornin we got sum gume fish.
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Adding to the confused garble that was my spelling is that for some reason I often crossed my 'l's so they look like 't's. Some of those words even I can't decipher...
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I also had a page called "thins I nowe ubout dolfins," but the crown jewel of this diary has to be the play I wrote about a lumberjack...named Sarah. I believe I wrote this after seeing the Monty Python lumberjack sketch and my play comes complete with a catchy tune as well.
"Sarah the lumber Jack"
this play is about a lumber Jack named Sarah she lived when only men were lumber Jacks
seen 1
Lum- o a lumber Jack's lives for me me me me o a lumber Jack's lives for me yese me me me cuting lumber down to the groun o a lumber Jack's lives for me
Sarah- Yae clap clap good singing.
Lum- who are you.
Sarah- well I'm a lumber Jack of cors.
Lum- whats yor name
Sarah- Sarah
Lum- Why did you come here
Sarah- I came to look for a job
Lum- you can be a lumber jack
Sarah- good.
seen 2
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Yes, unfortunately seen 2 is blank, so this masterpiece remains incomplete. Though I don't know if any ending could have been better than Sarah the lumberjack getting hired on the spot (even in a time when only men where lumberjacks) and simply stating "good" when she is given the job.
Five years later, I would find this journal again while cleaning out my desk and start writing in it once more. But that, my friends, is a story for another day.
*Originally posted in January 2011 in my other blog: http://sarahheartsjapan.blogspot.jp/ *
