Childhood Journals

from the vault: 1988

I just had a birthday, which made me wonder what I was up to on birthdays from years past.  I went back into the closet and found the following:
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Tuesday, June 7, 1988:  Today I turned 13.  I had to take exams on my birthday.  That is the 1st time I have had to go to school on my b’day.  I think I did o.k. in English, Reading, and Social Studies.  Tomorrow I have Math and Science.  I’m worried.  Tomorrow is the last day of school!  I played baseball and rode on the Great White Shark styrofoam boat with Kevin and Mac.  One of my presents was a season pass to Opryland.  I also got an OP pair of flip-flops and a plaque about “teen creed.”  I got $5 from Kevin.  Everyone else sent me money in a card by mail.

Thursday, June 9, 1988:  Today, Josh, Mark, and Trey came over for a birthday party.  We watched “Oh! Heavenly Dog” and “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.”  Then we played basketball and went nigar-knockin’.  Then, we scooped some of Pokey’s poop in a plastic bag and put it on the Cooks’ doorstep, rang the doorbell and ran!  We played Nintendo for a long time, talked, and fell asleep.

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  1. Completely unedited. Censorship sucks! Fight the power!

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  2. Yeah, I was hesitant to post all of my words from 20 years ag0, but I figured if I couldn’t spell an epithet, I clearly didn’t understand what it meant. That’s just what little cracker boys in TN called knocking on a door and running afterwards. Of course, now I call it “a good way to get shot.”

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  3. those were the good old days, fkc rules futch out

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  4. Interesting note on this subject: I suppose I was paid back for laughing so hard at this post last night. Someone rang the doorbell at 10:00pm. I saw some shadows running down the street. Freakin’ kids!

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  5. Nice! Poetic Justice for the F’head!

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