My third grade teacher, Mrs. Black, made us keep a journal throughout the entire school year. It was yet another part of my education that I absolutely despised the teacher for making me do, but that I am immensely grateful for her making me do it. As anyone who has attempted NaBloPoMo will tell you, some days you just don’t have anything to say, but darned if forcing yourself to do it doesn’t make some interesting things come out.
As an eight-year-old, school activities and cub scouts dominated my routine, and girls were clearly opponents considered to be “on the other team”. I particularly like the references to people and big events that I still remember. Many of the people mentioned are still my friends 23 years later.