Last weekend as I was cleaning out my desk and shelves I came across my diary via 1984, age 8. I thought it would be interesting to see it here, from blue OakTag covered composition book to blog. Let’s take a look:

September 6, 1984

My favorite cat died on Sept. 2, 1984 he got hit by a car because I live on Oak St. On that street cars go about 50 miles an hour.

I had three dogs that died by getting hit. They were (in ABC order) Brandy, Duke, and Taz. Now we have a dog named Dapper. Were extra careful with him so he won’t get hit.

This summer I went to the Alpine Slide. At there I got a speacail thing for my wrist. I was going to put it on my wrist till I’m 21 but it ripped so I put it with my cat, K.I.T.T. (the one that died).

Enlightening Stuff.