a life of journals

Have you ever met someone who has written in a journal their whole life? When I read about writers like this I always have a tinge of jealousy...wishing I had that sort of written history.

But today I realized that I do! My mom came over for most of the day and we went through boxes in the basement, getting rid of a whole lot of paperwork and school binders that I have held onto over the years. And in one special box we came across more than a dozen journals that I have kept since the 1st grade.

It was so perfect to discover these notebooks of written history with my mom! We laughed as we read entries filled with memories of hurt feelings, excitement, disappointment and all sorts of age-appropriate "stress." It was obvious that I have always been a bit of an extreme writer, very feeling, and very dramatic.

The above text killed me. It is from the very first page of my journal from second grade. To think the same little girl who wrote these misspelled, poorly constructed sentences ended up loving words, and still loves writing, is a pretty cool thing.

3 comments:

annika said...

And your family loves you too! I loved this journal entry. Seriously impressive for a first grader!

Becca Groves said...

Annika, I think you're right. It's a bit too impressive for a first grader, so I went and dug it out, and I wrote it in 1988, so I had to have been in 2nd grade.

And I have so many more awesome journal entries regarding YOU. Hysterical stuff coming your way via email...

heidiboehnen said...

I love it Bec! I am positive that I don't have any of that in a box somewhere, but this is motivation to keep this kind of thing for our kids!