I can't remember if this was luck, or if my mom actually remembered that the cheetah was my favorite animal at the time. When I found this journal I thought it was something like a time capsule that had just been unearthed. The excitement of reading what was inside literally made a little flutter in my stomach. I cracked it open and read the contents, in its entirety. We are seeing army convoys going by on the other highway.
Today is pretty boring.
I'll write back if anything exciting happens. That was my entire diary. I guess some things never change. In fact, there are many times in life when I'd rather write what I'm trying to communicate than just speaking. My brain doesn't seem to do as well unless it has some advance planning.