Today was one of the most exciting days ever!! My brother Neil and me like to ride our dirt bike up the mountain. Living in California it's tough to find a place to ride, but we did and it's really cool. I was on the back of the dirt bike today and saw a unicorn diary, yes a unicorn!! Well, I thought it was. It was really a white pony. I was so excited. I hopped on the back of the white pony. It didn't have a saddle, but I didn't care. It was out front of someone's yard eating flowers. It was almost in the middle of the street, so I figured I could bring it home like a lost dog. It didn't have a name around its neck like a dog would diary, so it's fair game right? I told Neil to ride the motorcycle back home and tell mom I was bring home my pony. I figured we have grass and flower too, so he would be cheap to keep. We could just put him in the backyard. It's like a dream come true diary, I have my own white pony. As I was riding home like pocahontas, all of the kids in the neighborhood came running out of their houses asking me if he was mine. I felt so proud diary. When I got home, my mom said no! Can you beleive she is telling me I can keep my dream diary!! The pony is free and white and reminded me of a unicorn and she's telling me NO!!
My Mom made me take the pony back to the house where I found it, she followed me in her car. When we got there, she knocked on the door and a man answered. He said the pony gets out of his backyard all the time. Can you believe he's a police officer!!! He was really nice and cool. He has two dogs that he talks in a different language to, I think its german. He told my mom the pony gets lonely and I can come ride him anytime I wanted to. My mom will take me there Monday, Weds and Friday.
My mom and dad sent me a few items they felt I may want to keep and one was my childhood diary!! You know, the one with the lock that all of us girls thought NO ONE could ever break in order to read our deepest, darkest secrets :) Yes, I'm sure my brother and his friends were able to flip that puppy open and read as much as they wanted as kids. As a matter of fact, I know they did. Most days I spend being tortured by my brother and his friends and most things they teased me about came from my diary.
Reading it now brings back so many memories. I thought my world was going to end when I was in elementary school because I couldn't get one boy to like me or my mom wouldn't buy me a swatch watch like my best friend. Oh here's an entry you will love....it's called, "The Bird Killer."
May 1st, 1982
Dear Diary:
My best friend Leni LOVES birds, so does her mom. She has a beautiful, yellow parakeet that she puts on her shoulder and walks around the house with. If she really wants to show off, she would vacuums her room with the yellow parakeet on her shoulder....all the kids on the block think thats so cool.
Leni and her family are going camping, they want me to watch the birds....the birds actually freak me out. She's my bestie, so I have to do it...ycuky!
May 3, 1982
Dear Diary, I
I walked into to Leni's house and her yellow parakeet is dead! Dead! I didn't do anything, I swear diary!! My mom says it just happens sometimes. What will I tell Leni?
May 10th, 1982
Dear Diary,
Leni came home today and called me a bird killer!! The entire school will think I'm a bird killer diary, how horrible!! I hope Steve Eide doesn't. Maybe he will still ask me out.
