My Earliest Journal
29-Jul-08
In an effort to create more room for the coming spawn of Elfboy, I have been cleaning out my closet in my office. In one of the many boxes I discovered what amounts to my first journal. It’s a 9 1/2 x 6 five subject Rite Aid theme book with a yellow cover. I must have been about eight when I started this folio. Now I’ve kept a journal off and on for ages, but when I was young my discipline was particularly bad at recording events. What it does contain, though, are some priceless bits of writing or poetry. Here are some samples:
From the first page, entitled “Page of Expressions” (transcribed as written):
1. Jenny (my dog) can control her brown mountain dump, but she can not control her lake maker.
2. I’m not a walking water dish.
3. leaves fall like a roller coater. Turning and twisting.
4. water and waves go up and down and around like a crown
5. life is like a cigarett
it burns goes out
The second page contains this little gem:
Dedicated to my mom my dad and Doug.
Changes - there are so many of them. Let’s take fall, for instance. The leaves change from red to yellow. The occasional frost is a change I think. I have to go now. See you
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