Preteen Ramblings
War, Camp, Women Stuff
As I near the end of this journal, I reflect on all the things I've written about in the last year.
Preteen Ramblings
As I near the end of this journal, I reflect on all the things I've written about in the last year.
Preteen Ramblings
My mom went crazy, and let me move into my new room about a month earlier than she said I could!
Growing Up
When I was twelve, I decided I would rather sleep in our dark, dank basement than spend another night sharing a room with my little sister.
Preteen Ramblings
We get to find out if my questionable foot injury is going to keep me from dancing in my first recital at my new dance school!
Read it All, Cover to Cover
A semi-made-up injury may cost me my first dance recital with my new dance school!
Growing Up
Being a kid means waiting for all kinds of things.
Growing Up
Guess what I got for Christmas: my very first bra!