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May 20, 2014
Yesterday, Tucker came. He was really handsome and had soft brown eyes and was very strong. He had beautiful golden hair and it was really soft and silky. I know because he let me run my hand through his hair. He was so nice!
See what I mean? Not me at all. I was freaking out by the time I read that, frantically digging through my memory trying to remember when and why this had happened. And who!! Finally, I gave up remembering, returned to my journal, and realized that there was more to the entry:
There were only two problems. First, he was wet. Second, he had burrs in his tail.
Yes, Tucker is a dog. I hope you didn't think I was describing a boy! You should know by now that I'm not that type of girl!
If you're wondering how Tucker came here, I'll tell you. He just came. He wandered away from his owners and came here. We called the wonders and a man came to pick him up. And Tucker really IS very strong. He kept dragging me everywhere after I put him on the leash!
Dear 14 year old me. . .
Has your younger self 'scared' you before like that? Or made you wonder, "Now why did you do that?!" ;P
Do you like to journal? If so, do you also enjoy reading entries from years back?