Not quite your normal child

Tonight, Jess & I came across some black mail type items from my childhood that were sitting in a box just waiting to be rediscovered. Some things we learned:

• I was a very angry child and pretty much everything annoyed me.
• I knew what fuck, bitch, asshole, dammit all meant and used them appropriately at age 9.
• I wish my sister had not told me that I had a bowling ball of a head in 2nd grade when I originally planned to grow my bangs out. Instead, it was another 8 long years until I got over that comment and said goodbye to those attractive, thicker stripe in the middle because of my widow's peak, glorious bangs.
• In 8th grade, I could have passed for 20.
• My boyfriend & I were 'in love' circa 2nd grade.
• I enjoyed wearing oversized t-shirts with sleeves down past my elbows as exhibited by my middle school parks and rec. basketball team photo.
• Allison, Betsey, & Greg did not like to invite me out to play tennis with them, as sadly established in my diary over several entries.
• I was a very detailed child...times, dates, prices, names were always included in my very important journal scribbles (I must have inherited that from BernBern).
• My handwriting was better in 2nd & 3rd grade than it is now.
• Greg tried to be a, and I quote straight from the chronicle itself, "homey G" and continually said "yeah, baby," which, of course, annoyed me.
• Betsey was bossy and called me a brat & snot quite often.
• My mom always took my cd player downstairs to play classical music and this apparently disturbed me to a great extent.
• I ever so creatively decided to name my first diary (2nd-4th grade) "Die-Die" . . . how precious.
• I strongly believed my mom's living was to interrupt and I felt it unreasonable she always told me to get ready for bed first just because I was the youngest (how dare she!)
• I once was so angry that all I wanted to do was yell and scream until I didn't have a voice anymore but held back for fear my mom would put me in an insanity hospital. So I moved on.

ahhhh, memories...