Childhood Journal

I've seen a couple of people on my F-List post entries from their childhood journals, so it inspired me to look at my old diary... yes, the one with teddy bears and pink roses that says "diary" on it. :P

Horrible spelling, lack of punctuation, and general butchering of the English language as written then...

August 13, 1996
School starts tomarrow and I am going to a new school [school name].
And I have this band class that I was suposta pracitice for all the rest of
the summer but I didn't I only praciticied for 30 seconds the whole
summer and I am dead I guess I will be put back in to the starting class.
Its not that bad. I hope. I tell you if I'm dead or not tomarrow after
school. If I live that long.

August 14, 1996
I didn't die!

Oh, 11-year-old me...

My deep, dark secret is revealed: I can't spell. My writing from elementary school is pretty much indecipherable, and even now, ten years later, I still have trouble with many words. Stupid dyslexia...

Thank goodness for spell-check. *pets it*