Re-reading Your Childhood

So I have ANOTHER link for you.  This one was Freshly Pressed on WordPress (so she already has a ton of traffic) but it’s such an awesome idea that I’m totally stealing it and, in exchange, linking.

Dear Diary by Andrea Badgley.

Like Andrea, I started keeping a diary when I was a mere pocket child.  It was pink and purple (Hello kitty, maybe? Unicorns?) and had an itty bitty lock on the side.  The whole thing was palm-sized and the pages were pink.  I think I started writing in it when I was seven.  I know it was given to me as a way to handle my own stress and creativity as I was prone to worry and constantly dodging my own imagined catastrophes.  I know.  You’re totally surprised.

First my mother tried giving me a tiny box of trouble dolls.  Did you ever have those?  Now that I think about it, passing your troubles on to tiny effigies and stuffing them under your pillow sounds a little worrisome.  That said, I don’t think I actually ever whispered anything to them.  I did take them out and wondered what sorts of games they were getting up to at night and whether or not THAT was why my hair was always so tangled in the morning.  I know.  You’re totally surprised.

So the diary was step two (or maybe 2,000) in my mother’s arsenal of sanity saving devices.  I don’t think I filled the pages completely, being entirely too skeptical about the point of writing without an audience.  But I did write some, in big bubbly handwriting, and apparently my skepticism wasn’t enough to stop me from continuing.  By the time I was in my twenties, I’d filled a book a year.  In rough years, more.  Now they are stuffed into a childhood box (perhaps the perfect place for them) and I’ve ignored them outright since putting them there.  Ignored but not forgotten:  do you know, if asked about the first thing I’d save in a fire (excluding my wife and kid), it would be those journals?

I didn’t have plans for them until I read this the post above.  I think re-reading is brilliant idea for catching a glimpse into the mindset of a child.  RR is her own self and my experiences (and worries) will not be hers.  However, I’ll take any peek into that world I can get and, if it doesn’t apply, at least it’s good fiction.

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6 Responses

  1. I vaguely kept a diary, a Holly Hobbie one. I didn’t write much down in it over the years to be honest. A far better trail was all the notes from my friends I’d saved since forever in the same trunk. My favorite was one listing what houses we were gonna TP that weekend because my mother had gone on one of her kicks, thinking we were low on TP and way overstocking the family pantry. One look at that and our mischievous group of girls got ideas. There was enough she never even knew we’d used about 3 cases up……

    • What a treasure trove (the notes, mostly, but that much TP – wow)!

      • There was also the time she thought we were out of flour (I think there was 20 pounds!) and the great pasta stock up (we counted 28 boxes). I find myself doing the same thing – thinking we’re out of something, find it on sale and so stock up, only go come home and discover I just stocked up on it.

      • When I lived overseas, hoarding the essentials was a way of life! When I came back to the states, it took me a long time to let go of my warehouse visits to pick up toilet paper. There wasn’t enough storage space!

  2. I just found a link back to your site on my WP stats (wow! those things are useful!) and I am thrilled that my post helped you figure out what to do with your journals. I, too, would save all my journals in the event of a natural disaster. We store them right next to the (100 lb) bin full of irreplaceable photographs and memory boxes that will also go with us in such an event.

    Also, I love your writing style. So glad I found you – your blog cracks me up 😀

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