Welcome to the many secrets of my 9 to 10 year old self. I’ll be the first to admit I’m a dork, but this..this is too much. Looking back upon my diary has been hilarious for me. I don’t know if it’ll provide others with any laughs but it’s made me realize one thing: I’m super glad I wrote all this down as a kid, because 20 years later, the memories are priceless.
I will be showing a select few excerpts, as much of my diary is probably complete junk to others.
But first, the epic cover art:
Oh, Lisa Frank, your pencils, coloring books, folders and so much more were like an aphrodisiac to a young 90’s girl. Look at all those bright colors! Who would’ve thought to make cats pink and purple! It’s absolutely beautiful!
Moving on, let’s delve into the author’s page:
So that’s me and my wonderful cursive handwriting….Why am I writing in cursive? It’s because I was in third grade and that’s when you learn to write in cursive. And that’s probably a chocolate stain on the page…I hope.
So this is what it says if you can’t read my handwriting (My comments will be in my favorite color, blue):
[Diary] Given to me by: Didi and Dada (My dad’s sister and her husband)
Favorite Color: Blue (Still is)
Favorite Food: Pizza (I was such a fat child growing up because I lived off of Elios)
Favorite Song: “Tearin up my heart”
Favorite Group: *Nsync (I’m not sure where this came from because I thought the Backstreet Boys or Spice Girls were my favorite)
Favorite Cartoon: Rugrats
Favorite Movie: _______
Favorite Sport: Kickball
Favorite Game: Scorch (Do people remember this game? It was great.)
Favorite Subject: Math (I love math to this day)
Favorite pastime: When I went to Hershey’s Park (I clearly didn’t understand this question and took it literally lol)
Favorite Animal: Dog
Favorite Friends: Nikita, Vicky, Alicia (Shoutout to these peeps!)
My goal is to: be a singer or an artist (Didn’t everyone at that age?)”
Excerpt #1: The sibling fights and arguments
“Dump” = dumb…clearly I was “dump.” Also, let me state that I was 9 and my brother Sameer was 14.
Excerpt #2: The sibling fights and arguments continued
Excerpt #3: The extent of my secrets and my wanting of a pet
Excerpt #4: The continuation of the want for a pet:
Excerpt #5: The final outcome of the pet saga:
I never got that hamster.
Excerpt #6: It wasn’t the 90’s unless there was some mention of the Spice Girls:
Excerpt #7: Every 90’s girl’s packing list for a 4-hour car ride and a weekend trip to New Jersey.
I also wrote some comments about my older brother that he clearly crossed off (“Sam is being very mean. He is a big lier.” And I guess I made a card for my aunt and uncle that had those googly or wiggley eyes and one of them fell off.
My siblings and I do get along…now. I hope you’ve enjoyed this. If you want to see more diary entries, let me know!
Relatable Roni :p