Oh my, the goodies I found while cleaning out my basement last week. Who would have known an unmarked container could hold such treasures from my past. A month's worth of blog posts could be written based entirely on the contents inside that plastic green box.
The first thing I picked out to examine was this:
Behold, my 5th grade diary.
Looking through, I can't for the life of me figure out why my younger sister would have spent so much time prying open the lock to read my entries. The one about the time John Z. tried to set the school on fire and "almost got away with his stupid idea", was admittedly interesting. You would think I would have a better recollection of that day. Lots of entries on boys, pets, dancing and my best friend Carol. No clue who Carol is, but the big fight with her led to my favorite entry in the diary.
Wednesday the 12th, 1980
"Today I made up with Carol just because she cried and her nose ran."
We're talking Pulitzer Prize material inside that little red book.