My first diary was a gift from my grandmother that I received on Christmas Eve 1989. I had just turned 6 years old.
This is my first ever diary entry:
Assumed Translation: "It's going good."
Haha. Apparently, at some point I was embarrassed either by my awful spelling or triviality and scratched out all my oldest entries.
This one is probably also from December 1989:
I think it says, "Dear Diary, In preschool there was this boy and his name was Nathan and I love him. My hero!"
I'm not 100% sure on that. If you're any better at translating a 6-year-old's writing, let me know what you think it says!
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