Notes from my 9 year-old self
Nine year-old Rochelle is back with a few excerpts from her journal.
Today in the morning I went to Courtney Takayama’s house. We pretended we were cats that take care of animals. We used Bunsley and No No. We also pretended to go trick-or-treating and I got more candy in my candy stash. Afterward we went to my house. We pretended to have a Halloween party and she made my room neat. When my brother was at lessons Trevor played with us. Well, Bye.
- Charm bracelet
- watch (digital)
- Baby-sitters club (game)
- Book of poems (thick)
- Pet Lizard
- phone (real)
- pig stuff
Amy called me conceited.
I’ve fixed the spelling mistakes for the sake of your eyes, but you can see it in its full glory here:
In the middle near the spine of the book, written vertically, is “I hope the spider goes away.” I can only imagine little me cowering under the covers with a flashlight, writing in my journal to keep my mind off of whatever spider is haunting my room. Not much has changed.
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