Nine
Nine is the number of years that have passed since I started keeping a journal.
Eight is probably the number of years that have passed since I stopped writing regularly in a paper journal.
Nevertheless, when cleaning out my room last night, I stumbled upon a certain nine year old journal. It had a broken lock, which indicates that at one time I probably lost the key and had to bash it open. It was full of untidy writing and spelling mistakes. It was full of me.
There were some pretty crappy drawings and very mushy poems written in the pages of that little book, but it was all me. I wrote sentimental things like “Love is waiting for everybody, don’t hate it or it will hate you,” and other words to the same sentimental effect. All of it made me smile. Because sometimes, I still think that way.
Even after nine years, I am essentially the same joyful and hopeful girl who is waiting and ready for whatever life can pelt at me.
I wrote in that journal again last night. I wrote something that if I ever come across it again in another nine years, I hope will make me smile.
Boris
“It was full of me… there were some pretty crappy drawings…” hehehehe :P
August 27th, 2007 at 21:24
Jaleesa
I love discovering old journals or things I wrote as a child. I didn’t like my diaries from my teen years though.
August 27th, 2007 at 21:49
Sara
I’ve been keeping journals since I was nine. All of them are notebooks with the same number of pages and all that… I’m pretty maniac about them. But it sure feels nice to re-read them. I learn a lot from my past experiences and reading about my past problems makes me realize that in some years time all the pain I might be going through now will be nothing but a memory. It sure feels good:)
August 27th, 2007 at 23:23
Kelly
wow nine year old journals. I have my old journals still too but I am afraid to read what they say.
August 28th, 2007 at 11:11
Kendra
I love the way you wrote this entry … It’s so … nostalgic.
I used to write in a journal when I was eight or nine as well, but I mostly wrote in it when I was upset. I took a look at it a few weeks ago. It’s kind of funny the things eight-year-olds worry about.
August 29th, 2007 at 05:50