Friday, September 5, 2008

May 6, 1986.

I kept a journal off and on from age 7 (1984) through high school. In an attempt to reminisce...understand myself....okay to come to terms with the 31 year old me, the following is a randomly chosen entry.

5/6/1986 (9 years old)

Today I got out of bed. I practiced the piano for a half an hour. then I got dressed and did my chore. I went to the ketchen and made hot chocolate wall my mom was making scones. I sat down and my mom gave me ascone. I ate breakfast and went to Jen's house. she was going to take her puppe (scooter) to school so we rode in [her mom's] car. We got to school and I sat down looked at my bofreind Max Rhine and got to work. I had to help my friend Rebecca Mill with reading. We had to make a code machine. I finished it right before recess

we had recess than an hour of work than lunch and recess than two hours of school. at 2:00 we got out I went home had after school snack witch was a scone and played my piano songs 1 time. Than I went with my little brother Nathat to Jen's house we played with scooter than I went home cause I had to go to piano lessons I was real good.

I went home and my mom fixt (to continue turn to next page on back) dinner. Our dinner was hot dogs, Brochole, and french fries. my mom had to go to my sisters consert so I babysited Nathan and Kyle. I had home work it was I had to tear out as many cigarett ads because were studying drugs. I managed to get 40 cigarett ad's. then I watched the price is wright, danger mouse, banana man, who's the Boss and growing panies. Then I went to bed.

The reason Im making so many mistakes is I'm wrighting in pen.

By the way today just for fun I made a peom it goes like this,

Mothers
Mothers work every day - sometimes on Easter day.
So next time If your Mother works on Mothers day do something for her next mothers day.
How do you like it.
answer: ________________________________________________
by Jackie Summeres.

2 comments:

Arianne said...

Jackie, I love your journal. I want to read the whole thing.

Jacks said...

Come visit. I'll sit you down with a mug of hot cocoa and my enormous book. Although it's not quite as huge as the amazing scrapbook that your mom has behind the couch. You know, the one that looks like it came out of a fairy tale and would be bigger than hobbits? We were laughing about that this weekend.