Dear Diary May 1997

Slam books, diaries with Garfield and Winnie The Pooh illustrations on the front cover and well creased hand written notes that dictated high school drama, all perfectly preserved in an unassuming grey bin sitting in the garage. 

A grey bin that has made it through multiple moves, including several cross country treks. 

These paper time capsules have survived nearly two decades without being lost, torn or tossed. What are you supposed to do with all memories that’ve been carefully recorded on lined, time warped pages? 

Share them I guess …

I won’t edit any contents of my former self’s thoughts, or pre-read any entries before typing them in to blog format. This way we can share in the wonder together.  

Here is May 1997.

May 20, 1997
Today Grandma and Grandpa came. I love them very much! <3
They are fun. They came over to take us out to dinner. 

May 20, 1997
I Love my Grandma and Grandpa very much!
:) :) :) :) :) :) :)

May 20, 1997
Today I had fun with my Grandpa and Grandma
I Love them very much!
They are the best Grandpa and Grandma! <3

[Dear Diary] Everyone’s hearts look like little butts in the beginning, right?
Who loves their grandparents? This girl.

The love I felt upon their arrival was obviously top of mind and needed remembering. If memory serves me right, Grandma and Grandpa S gifted me this purple diary as an early birthday gift.

These are officially my final thoughts as a 7-year-old, and I ‘betcha they never would’ve guessed it would last 20 years later.

My how time flies.

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Shannon Randol

Sharing life and what's helped me grow through what I've gone through.

One thought on “Dear Diary May 1997”

  1. Sweet memories of you are dripping out of my eyes and running down my cheeks. Love you to bits!

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