And It's Fun!

Diary | Age 12 | Tacoma

Well, yet another day of so called life has passed oh too quickly before my eyes.

Our ping-pong (a definite Chinese word) table, risen by wonderful father figure, was welcomed into our gracious home today. I foresee many a hour spent being beaten (at Ping-Pong, of course) to death and sometimes, possibly (though it hasn't happened yet) triumphing there.

Quincy & I also brought forth a most intertaining [sic] sport into our ever-changing world. Though it has no name, it consists of standing on your head, with your head wedged between the folded (forbidden) futon cushion being the couch, while screaming, and kicking whoever is in a small radius of you, vigorously. And it's fun!! (?)

[little star] But on a heavier note, today I told my mother about what Tricia told me (see 1/9/90) about Andrea. Even though Tricia told me never to tell, my mom (and maybe me) will go talk to Mrs. Dauphin (school councilor), and keep it very confedentule [sic]. I dread what may happen to Andrea and me of any thing goes wrong.

I have been thinking about you, Anne. Maybe by the time you read this (P.S. this is not a suicide note) I may be dead. Just remember, absence makes the heart stronger, and I know we'll meet again.

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