Hey Everybody! I'm gonna try this again lmao.
Today's prompt:
Describe an important item from your childhood. Why was it important and where is it now?
I love this prompt...10 minutes starts...
NOW!
As far back as I can remember, I've always kept a journal. I wrote daily from the time I learned to spell my name up until now. Funny I don't have most of my journals...and I hope neither of my parents find and read any of them lmao. They were filled with fictional scenarios of what my life would've been like if I was...ehn well basically I loved boys growing up. Not sure why, if I could've loved anything else, trust me bitch, I would've. I remember one journal had a story about how Dennis Simpson shared his booger with me. That never happened foreal though. But he always picked his boogies behind his folder at nap time in kindergarten. And for some reason I used to try to high-five this nasty mother fucker before he got a chance to wash his hands again. Was he that cute? Girl, ionno...but his mama worked at McDonalds and 5-year-old Deena thought that shit was cool. Our class always got happy meals on Dennis's birthday. My mom only sent cupcakes from Winn-Dixie. Yuck...Anyway, I kept that journal until I filled it up and the pages were flapping all over the place...like flames in a fireplace flickering
Then I had a journal that I bought from my school's book fair in the 8th grade in 2005. It was smaller in size than my very first journal...smaller than a composition book but still too large to fit in a purse. It had a hard plastic, opaque blue cover with a stenciled cut-out of a dragon fly. I didn't write in that journal until 3 years later when I switched schools in the middle of my Junior year of high school because I was pregnant again...
I guess back then I thought of myself as alone, shy, anxious...oh, and pregnant af so I didn't have friends to chat with between classes, at lunch, or before and after school. Not sure if I wanted friends anyway at that time lmao. Anyway, I would sneak the librarian a snickers and she let me sit in the library during my anxious moments. It was my safe-haven. Peaceful, quiet, empty...but full at the same time. Like me...I connected with the library although I never read any of its books. I wrote my own book in there though...and I wrote every day that year in the library until I had my baby June 13th of 2008. The loneliest pregnancy I've experienced but in the most beautifully creative way. I still have that journal and every journal thereafter.
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