As I was cleaning out my parents' attic last fall, I stumbled across one of the journals that I tried to keep when I was much younger. I was never much for journal or diary-keeping in my youth; partly because it was strongly "encouraged" and partly because I was always paranoid that someone would read it. (Ironic, I know.) I had already destroyed my other girlhood diary, but this one I decided to keep in order to post some of the entries here so that my little nieces and nephews could see that Auntie Nettie was once young and once really couldn't spell. I'll try and post them on the days to which they correspond. The pencil markings don't scan well too these jpegs. I may have to try and upload the images another way. Names of real people have been hidden to protect them and me.
A Day Something Really Nice Happened To Me*
Monday April 6th 1982
Albert K. fially noticed me. He walked with me home. I was so suprized.
*when I was about the same age I am now (HA!)
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