Preteen Ramblings
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Step back into 1991 as my 12-year-old self writes a short story to help fill the final pages of my very first journal.
These entries vibe a preteen's mind in full swing! Read about everything and nothing all at once.
Preteen Ramblings
Step back into 1991 as my 12-year-old self writes a short story to help fill the final pages of my very first journal.
90's nostalgia
Today's entry is from December 30, 1991, and I am almost finished with my very first full journal. I want so badly to have it done by the end of the year so I can start a new book. The video reveals whether or not I actually do
Growing Up
I've always had a pretty melancholy personality. I'm a textbook Four on the Enneagram (self-preservation subtype, if you're curious), and can be kinda Eeyorish on occasion. Today's journal entry from December 29, 1991 is a good example of this personality emerging
Preteen Ramblings
I only had $23 to buy my mom a birthday present and a list of ten things I wanted to get, so I turned to "Dad Incorporated" for help.
Boys
In today's journal entry from 1991, I declare myself SO busy as a teen in the 90s that I'm absolutely exhausted! What's hilarious is that when I wrote this entry I wasn't even technically a teen yet. I was still 12, just
Preteen Ramblings
The preteen rambling is real as I go through my school day and talk about my favorite (and least favorite) classes.
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
A freak snowstorm hits central Iowa just in time for Halloween.
Preteen Ramblings
This non-sports girl continues her retelling of the 1991 World Series between the Minnesota Twins and the Atlanta Braves. It was such a special occasion that we made a fire in the living room fireplace and made smores! It also happens to coincide with the Fall time change, which
Sports
It's the Twins against the Braves and I'm writing a play-by-play in my journal. Also, I give my thoughts on the upcoming presidential election and the Toyota Camry!
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.