I want to get to know Little Girl Me again. But she didn't write very often. Or very well. Just in shallow little spurts about infatuations, preoccupied with a future that I'm not living.
I wish I knew then what I would want to read about now....
God,I was only 11 and already pining for my childhood. Tragic.
Today, ***** and I were pretending restaurant. It felt great. I was a young child again.
Lately I've been pretending a lot. I miss my childhood! Now I'm a kid again. It feels wonderful!
I like playing with dishes, Barbies, dolls and young children because it reminds me of innocence. No worries. Just fun.
Why can't we all feel this way?~ Journal: Nadine, 11 years old
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The other day I started to do my taxes (for 2006!), and as I was sorting through the mess that is my filing non-system, I found a stack of Amtelecom phone bills from when I lived in your family's basement. That was 12 or 13 years ago.
I also wrote journals then too. I wonder if mine would be as depressing?
And would your depressing journals be directly related to the fact that you lived with me?
"Dear diary, Nadine is the most insane/awkward/annoying child ever. If killing a minor weren't a felony...."
I miss the days of Larry blaring from the basement :)
Actually, I remember more Joel than Nadine. It was usually Joel stirring your mother's pot and causing strife. But that was a long time ago! When he was shorter than everyone but Nathan.
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