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I finally found my journal that I kept from ages 11-12, and I wish I could just slam the entire thing up here because it is GOLD.
This is the illustrious frontal page.
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The note in the top corner is from the older, cynical, probably 14-year-old me as I raked through this with snide commentary to my younger self. I hate most of the commentary 14-year-old me left, but here comes 18-year-old me with some new. XD
Here comes the first entry. Have you braced yourselves yet?
My Journal OCTOBER 2011 | 1:10 p.m. | Sunday, October 23 2011
For some reason I felt the need to write October 2011 in two places. I think I had the idea that I would do the capital-letters version at the beginning of every month. This did not happen.
A good day so far. Banana bread and gingerbread for breakfast, and now we're home from church and Mommy is fixing pizza and rolls for lunch.
The sermon was on the latter half of Genesis 41. Joseph is raised from prison, second only to Pharoh, was married, now has two sons, and years of famine are beginning. Title: SAVIOUR OF THE WORLD.
Sunday School was good; we're on the Heidelberg Chatechism, 6th lesson. (Not 6th Lord's Day!)
Not much else to write about. See you later!
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3:32 p.m.
We had a yummy lunch. Besides the above mentioned, we had plum homemade yogurt, and, of course, milk. Hope is on the couch with me. She just came upstairs from a nap. She is 16 months right now, and so adorable. I read a little after lunch, and also did my Sunday School lesson. Hope is playing peek-a-boo with the living room throw. She needs her diaper changed badly.
Mercy came into the livingroom just now. She moved Hope and now I am on the couch, and Mercy and Hope are on separate chairs.
Because it was very important to make my journal aware of the physical locations of everyone in the room.
I think I will tell you a little about my family. Daddy's real name is Bruce Gantt Buchanan. He is 42 and is the pastor of our OPC church. The church is very small; we have only about 50 members, but that means that I know everyone and feel like I really am part of the church, and not just a kid, like I felt when we lived in Akron. I never really knew any adults there.
Mommy's name is Donna Marie Buchanan. She is my Mommy, and she has some responsibilities as a pastor's wife. She is 39.
Apparently the best thing I could come up with to write about my poor mother was that she had "responsibilities".
I am Verity Aileen Buchanan. I am 11 years old and the oldest in my family. I help Mommy a lot, and am a good writer. I am planning to publish several books. I also like to craft and draw, and I am learning piano, Spanish, and am almost ready for 7th grade math. (We are homeschooled.)
