I've been collecting my writings from years gone by as I find them. Each time I move - now 5 times in the last 3 years - I find more scraps, loose sheets, etc. with my thoughts from various times in my life. I've decided to copy as many of them as I can here to try and keep from losing them again, and to share with the world. Please feel free to comment as thoughts occur to you. Either send them to trekker9er@yahoo.com or use the comment links here. Thanks, and Enjoy!

Monday, June 07, 2004

 Summer 1987, 88, or 89 - Writings for Mom


On the airplane

        When the airplane took off Michael accidently squiched my hand. Then I started to wright what I'm wrighting now. Marianne says I've been very good so far. I have stoped wrighting to think. All right?

        The arrow is pointing to the picture. ->

        After that Michael started calling in a quiet voice, "Who wants a diamond for sale." Then he started calling in a quiet voice "ducks ducks ducks for sale."

        I stopped because were getting our snacks now.

        Our snacks were very good I get to keep My tray and Marianne's tray. I'm keeping my cup and spoon too. We had a turkey sandwich, a pickle, and some cookies. We are going to have our drink now so I'm stopping.
I got Ornge Jucie. Now I get to keep Marianne's Tray, Michael's tray and My Tray! I also get to keep Marianne's cup and my cup. I miss you and Love you.

                                                                           {in cursive:} Jennifer



At Boblo

        When we got off the Bob-lo boat
we went around and got on and off rides. While the other kids where on a different ride. My dad took me on a ride. When I was getting off, I thought the medal door was a wall. I pulled on it, and it swong toreds me. It hit my head. And I had to have stitches. (Two of them.)

                                                                        Love,
                                                                                Jennifer



On the airplane

        We did not get to sit by Ma. Michael hit me seven times on the back. The last one was the hardest, and it hurt.
Then Michael pinhced me on the nose, and that hurt too.

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