When I was 8 years old, I went to London for a month with my dad, who enrolled me in a public school around thecorner from the apartment we stayed in. (In London, they say "state school" for what we call a public school. And what they call a "public school" is a fancy private school. When I was 8, this confused me.)
My third-grade teacher in New York, Ms. Rosenfeld, asked me to keep a diary while I was away. I liked Ms. Rosenfeld, but I did not want to write in a diary.
I did, though. Here is a picture of my London diary, along with a sample page. (While there may be such a thing as a "born writer," I am clearly not one of them.)
4 comments:
Wow, is that adorable!
I do think you were trying to fill the page, though. I mean, was it really a long, long, long, long walk? :-)
Ha! And where the heck were we going? I'll never know.
That's funny. Could you have withheld any more information?
I love "...so we went somewhere else." Done and done. Kids.
That is SO cute! So straightforward and blunt. I like that.
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