Yesterday while visiting my parents, my mom and I started going through some things in my closet. I have a lot of crap still in my old bedroom, just waiting to be sorted through, tossed, donated, or moved to our new house. I brought home a backseat-full of stuff with me.
In that pile, are two diaries I kept from the end of elementary school to the beginning of high school.
Diaries.
Bob was eying up the pile of crap sitting on our living room floor, wondering what I’m going to do with all this stuff.
I asked him if he wanted to read my old diaries. He jumped on that bandwagon and parked on the couch, where he read out loud all of the…erm…D!R!A!M!A! I lamented about in my tween and teen years.
Oh ye gods.
We laughed.
A lot.
And it made me realize just how…crazy in the head I have always been.
Cripes.
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