My 1981 diary

I got my first diary in 1981. I was five years old. Then I turned six. I was in nursery school. Then I went to kindergarten. That was a pretty packed year.

Like any good diary, it starts off strong and then falters. I was too busy learning my place in the public school hierarchies. And learning how to spell “toaday.”

Read it:
» January through March
» April through December