What started it all… Not immediately, though. I got this diary as a present from my grandmother when I was 10-years-old on December 1, 1991. It wasn’t until my New Year’s Resolution in 1994 that I decided to start writing in it more regularly. I very much remember making that decision, and by the next year I had resolved to write daily. I hid it behind the television in my bedroom so that no wandering eyes could find its contents.
Diary 1 / 14-years-old / Reading, Ohio
I think petulant teen me would be really upset about my using a petulant-teen-voice for this entry… My parents want to move homes. I don’t want to. Stand-off. From my most favorite diary! Diary #1.
Diary 1 / 13-years-old / Reading, Ohio.
I go on my first date. My first date ev-er. Spoiler: he holds my hand! And I apologize to Billy Joel (albeit twenty years too late.)
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Me a *touch* younger than the entry. Permed bangs for the win!
Diary 1 / 12-years-old / Reading, Ohio
This is my first-ever diary! It was a present from my grandmother, and I very much remember the decision to begin writing in it every day (evidenced in the New Years Resolutions in the December 31 post below.) I guess this started it all… Below are some notes found within the pages of this entry. FYI: I had been watching a VHI documentary on Madonna.