January 30, 1992:
It was the worst day of my life! Mrs. Servello HATES ONLY me! I have had such a bad day, I have a headache! It’s 9:02 pm in the afternoon. I have one more chance for a boyfriend. Kyle, he is sooooo cute.
[I remember that teacher. She was such a b****. I still have nightmares about her. *shudder.* And Kyle? I have no recollection of him. I must have failed at that 'one more chance' thing.]
February 12, 1992:
I hate Isaac. I’m going to my mom’s friend Jamie’s house. I hope it’s good soup.
[What? That was very random, little Ashley.]
May 9, 1992:
Yesterday was my brother’s birthday. Today we got him some roller-blades. He thinks that he can roller-blade better than me. Me and Brandon are almost best friends now. I can’t trust him quite yet. A little bit longer until I can trust him.
[First of all, I am way better at rollerblading than he is. Second, I think I just discovered the beginning of my trust issues.]
July 22, 1992:
I’m doing pretty good on my writing in my journal. I wonder how long it will last me? 5 years mabey. I don’t need a boy friend while I’m 9 years old. [But that obviously didn't stop me.] Brandon thinks he’s cool just because he’s going to into Jr. High School. And because he swares. I don’t sware.
[I remember one time when Brandon made me say every swear word to him out loud. It made me cry. At the time, I thought he was a big, fat, jerk. However, in retrospect, I realize that he was just trying to make me as cool as he was. How sweet.]
August 22, 1992:
Today I learned about child abuse. It was a sick show! Uncle Jim stuck his hand down his pants! Anyway, I learned to say no to anything that a stranger offers you.
[That nasty Uncle Jim. And yes, kids. Say no to strangers. Unless they're offering you money. In that case, just take it and RUN.]
September 14, 1992:
My breasts are growing fast!
[Little did I know, they would stop growing by the end of third grade.]
January 30, 1993:
Today I watched “Big!” It is a good movie! Brandon is so mean! He thinks that I am his slave! He says, Ashley do this, Ashley do that!
[I'm sure he assumed I was his slave because I always ended up doing everything he asked me to. Little sisters don't really have a choice, though. ]
March 26, 1993:
I went bowling on Thursday, at Natalie’s party! I got one strike and two or three spares. It was fun. Morgan won. Brandon is almost the nicest brother in the world, but a tiny teeny little bit more nicer would fix it.
[Right there is the proof that, even at a young age, girls are never completely satisfied, no matter how hard men try.]
Don't worry, Brandon. I have long since forgiven you. At least you're the nicest brother in the world, now. :)
