Dear Diary | The Prologue

Earlier this week, I found my diary from 1998. There isn't much to it - in terms of content and the length itself - but I thought that it was worth recording forever on the Internet.

Ever wondered what's going on in the brain of an 8 year old girl? Now you can know.

Unlock the book.

Now, if you have the wits enough to unlock this blue book, laden with a photo of a puppy and a kitten sharing a snuggle time, you'll find the cover page complete with friends' phone numbers and practice signatures, "Samantha Bateman" in cursive. That's my maiden name, of course.

I also wrote the letter "a" a lot - the kind of "a" with the hook at the top like you see here, versus your typical small caps "a", the kind that's an "o" with a stick on it. O with sticks on them were so passé.

Now we begin:

Tiff. B, Jess. L, and Sam. B can only look at this book.

Whoever Reads This Book Will Get Hit In The Eye!

I'll make sure.

BSB

Spice Girls

Hanson

Samantha Bateman

Amber

Fri. Feb. 20, 1998

Jessica Lamping

What a compelling prologue. 

Tune in for more.
(PS, I didn't have a friend named Amber, I have no clue who that is referring to.)