The Seven Year Old Mind

In January of 1981 when I was seven, I begged my mother into buying me an Old Fashioned Country Diary from the bargain bin. I still have it.

In January that year my sister-in-law had a little baby named "Travis Scoot" A new friend named Bobbie moved in next door and "she is a girl!" My friends Buck and Carel were going to have a garden wedding in 6 months. I had asked them if they were going to get married by the corn or cucumbers.

In March I flew my kite and "it was windy for sure".

In May I turned eight.

In June my mom sent me to my oldest sister in Las Vegas. Laura took me to see "The Great Muppet Caper".

In July (still with my sister) I watched Charles and Diana's wedding. I wrote that it was "a long movie and Cinderella's dress looked really heavy".

This year I bought a Hello Kitty Journal for my daughter who just had to have it. She's seven too.

Yesterday she told me that she was unhappy with it. "All it ever says is how much I love everything in it". I happen to think this is a good thing. Soon enough for "this is so boring" and "I hate" whatever.

She offered to let me take a look.

Some of her entries:

I wish I had wings.

I love this song.

I love sitting by Mowgli (the dog).

I love my friend Serene she is so funny.

I love coloring.

This is the coolest bank I have ever seen.

I love FLowrs.

I LOVE Shckool.

I love singing I want to do it forever.

I hope that she will always love school and sing happy songs forever. What a window to her soul for her adult self to see in later years.