Friday, July 1, 2011
My Little Nine Year Old Heart
On my ninth birthday my Aunt Tammy gave me my first journal. I loved the idea of owning a journal. You know, movies and books made journal(ling) seem so ro-man-tic. Even the library had a book about Minnie Mouse and her journal. Need I say more? That book played a significant role in my dreams of journal(ling)- I checked it out a few times- I realize this confession may put in me in the "lame kids" club. Good thing I can handle that kind of pressure. ;) As a segment of this confession, I must admit I did not journal that much as a nine year old. The dream of journal(ling) was better than the reality.
Wow, how things have changed.
Last night, I pulled out the old Lisa Frank journal *if you are a child of the nineties or have children of the nineties you know Lisa*. Oh Lisa! with all her bright colors, animals, and strange looking girls. I know you are dying to know which classic Lisa Frank scene decorates my journal. Polars Bears- Oh yes! Enough rambling about dear, ole Lisa. As I was reading the thoughts from my nine year old brain, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. The first page had questions such as, "Favorite color?". Of course, I answered Blue. Even at the age of nine I knew good color.
My two favorite questions/answers were,
1) Favorite Pastime?- "4-4:30" *Almost wet my pants with this one!*
2) Life Goal?- "Marrie a Christian man" * You can see I have changed so much since my ninth birthday!*
Along with the silly questions and my crazy answers, there was a journal entry about my dog having a puppy that died. That was my dramatic entry. My comical entry was the story about the swing falling with the cousins. See, my writing was already taking form.
Okay, I'm done.
Please ignore the silliness of this post. It is simply an invitation to laugh at my sweet, little nine year old heart! Do not feel that you somehow missed the important message. It's purely entertainment. If not yours, then mine. ;)
In His Name,