dragonblade0's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mommy's little girl having my birthday party tomorrow. definately looking forward to it, not impressed it's gonna be so freaking cold though. as every day goes by, one step closer to the day i turn 16, i can't help feeling sorta bad for my parents. i mean, their baby girl is growing up. my dad got a new toy that lets him capture what the camcorders playing to his computer. and the last 2 weeks he's been going through all of these old tapes. me, 6 years old, singing a song. me and my sisters, all itty bitty, jess barely crawling. jess in a cardboard box and me dragging her across the room, her laughing away. amber pushing one of those red plastic baby sized cars you power flintstone style with jess "driving". these are all cottage days, when we lived in the middle of nowhere. before i left for school 2 days ago mom was telling me about how when i was learning to walk i'd motor around in circles between kitchen and living room in some apartment we lived in that i don't really remember, aside from one christmas morning, the morning i got that amazing red plastic car. i wasn't even 2. after christmas it was the car going around in circles. apparently i moved alot during my childhood, never living one place for very long. then we lived in the cottage until i was 7, and we've been where we are now for almost 9 years. or something like that. we moved when jess was really young, around the beginning of the school year. i remember i was in grade 1, and one day we left. me sitting in the backseat of the car, stuff piled all around, holding the math textbook my teacher had let me keep, watching as the school disappeared. sometime before then we went on a trip to visit my grandma, and the secretaries at the school laughed at me and told me i was lucky, getting out of school to go fishing. there was a huge staircase too... i get the feeling it was an old style school. undoubtably if i were to go back i'd be confused, and nothing would be how i faintly remember it. i once knew a whole lot of people i wouldn't even recognise if i were to see them today, and they wouldn't know me. thats a weird feeling. "life is made up of a whole series of moments, one after the other." and how true that is. my mommy's little girl is growing up, turning 16 in a few short days. how amazing to have a part of you grow and learn, experience, learn, love, be. so yea, 3 days. 11:27 a.m. - 2004-01-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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