Still dated prior to the June 30th entry, but written on pages after…Again, I believe I skipped a page and filled it in with the June 30 entry.
Today I let my catapiller go because It was dieing but now its better I found out hoo is my boyfirend It is Jesse — he is relly nice but wehen he comes over tatong always yell. Roxane
So, first…I was obsessed with little creatures when I was young. Insects, reptiles, small rodents; I loved them all and had them in my room in mason jar or shoe boxes all the time. Apparently, this day I had a caterpillar. I actually remember letting this one go. It was dying, I mean, how would it live? A nine-year-old would have no idea what to feed or how to care for a plump caterpillar just trying to hang upside down to morph into a butterfly. I released him, but in a sort of rocky culvert next to my bedroom window so I could keep an eye on him. It’s like I thought getting some fresh air would somehow revitalize him. He died shortly thereafter.
Jesse grew up right across the street from us. I don’t know how I found out he was my boyfriend, or who decided it, but it seems like it was a big mystery that I finally figured out this day. Tatong is what we, in my family, call my mom’s dad, who was living with us at the time I wrote this. Not that Jesse would ever read this blog, but if he did, I’m sure he wouldn’t want his identity in any way associated with the happenings of these posts.
Can you really have a boyfriend at 9-years-old? Who decides your boyfriend/girlfriend? Maybe some of the next entries will reveal. Jesse and I had very much a love/hate relationship. I remember hating him at times for incessantly picking on me. In that case, this entry explains a lot. We are literally at a time with my entries where hitting and making fun of a girl on the playground means you like her.