Date: 6-30-90
Week: 5
Weather: Summer
Dear Diary,
Today I got very upset Rona is being a very big snot I wanted to scream and yell we were going to go camping but Bill did not show up and mom is always yelling. Roxane
I am mad
Punctuate much? Geez.
Rona is my older sister. I was 9 years old when I made this entry, and until the age of 12, I refused to even sleep in the same room with her. Sad thing is, we shared a room! There were about 2 years where I literally slept on the living room couch because of my disdain for my sister. I can’t even remember why now. I don’t know what she did this day, but I was pretty mad at her.
Bill was a friend of my dad’s. If I remember correctly, he and Dad worked together. Bill used to spend a lot of time with our family. He would pick me up from school if my parents were busy, or come and get me in the middle of the day if I needed to go home sick or something. I recall him being very helpful. Dad would have been in his 30’s when I wrote this; not far from my age now. If Bill was anything like my current shady friends, he probably said we’d go camping, then never called to come through, which disappointed me. As a family we spent a lot of time outdoors either camping, or in an RV, or on a lake somewhere. Dad always had a boat of some kind. I learned to fish and bait my own hook at a really young age. I’m hoping later my entries will reveal the lake as some of my most fond and most hated of memories.
