Found my diary from 4th grade while packing today. I can't pick up a childhood diary without reading part of it. This results in a lot of cringing and laughter, specifically after entries such as February 9, 1995:

"[friend] told me that [boy] wanted me to be his Valentine. Ukk! I'm going to say no and just say I want to be friends. Besides if I EVER go out with a boy, I would never kiss him! GROSS!"

Funny how I forgot that sentiment a mere 4* years later...

*Whoops! Dad, I meant to say 12 years later!

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