Age 9 – Summer Vacation
It all started with a diary that my friend Alice Hancock gave me at my 9th birthday party. It was pink and sparkly and came with a lock and key. Of course, I quickly attached the key to my bracelet and starting August 7, 1999, I wrote in my diary daily. There was not a day that went by when I didn’t record what happened to me. Looking back, most of the entries were boring, but this is what got me writing and interested in a possible future career as a scriptwriter. And who would have known, that a wee bitty diary would lead me to the wedding of my dreams. But…I’m getting ahead of myself. The following are just highlights of what led to this beautiful Christmas Day.
“Laney, where are you? We’re all loaded and ready to leave. Please don’t lag behind. Your cousins and brother are waiting for you in the RV,” Mom yelled while I searched for my diary. I had to take it on my trip since I was going to write about all the details of Yellowstone National Park.
“I’m looking for my diary,” I yelled back. Of course, I didn’t really yell at my mother, but I was getting a bit worried.
“If it’s that pink book with a lock, I think I saw Doug with it in the RV.”
“What???” I ran down the steps and hurried into the RV. Doug was holding my diary on a table and Nick had a hammer in his hand, raised up to the roof of the RV. My cousin was about to swing down on my treasured book.
“NO‼‼!” I yelled as loudly as I could.
My scream freaked out both boys and the hammer ended up hitting Nick on his thigh on its way down, and Doug on the chin on its way up. Lucky for me, the diary was safe! The boys weren’t too badly injured, either.
“What’d you do that for?” Doug and Nick yelled back at me. They looked so funny hopping around the RV trying not to cry from the pain.
After laughing as much as I wanted to at them, I argued back, “Serves you right for being nosy. I hope you both suffer the entire trip.” With that, I ran out of our RV and into Jake and Jane’s RV.
Jake is the coolest, smartest and best-looking boy cousin a girl could ask for. All my friends have a crush on him. He is going to be a senior in high school and he always dates the prettiest cheerleaders. I’m going into 4th grade, Doug is going into 6th grade, Nick is going into 7th grade, my cousin Jane is in 8th grade. We all go to the same school and Jake is the only one who says hi to me if he sees me on the playground. Of course, he isn’t playing handball or tetherball like me and my friends. When he is sometimes walking across the field and sees me, he’ll rub the top of my head and call me Squirt. All my friends get so jealous because he only talks to me.
Jane is sometimes mean and ignores me. She is only nice when she wants something from me. But, since she is in the junior high campus, I don’t see too much of her. My brother for sure ignores me. Nick generally says hi, but he is also on the other campus so I don’t see much of him either.
“Why are you in our RV?” Jane was not nice today. Maybe she was on her period. I don’t know exactly what a period is but that’s what I hear the boys giggling about whenever she is in a foul mood.
“Nick and Doug tried to break open my diary, so I came here to get away from them.”
“You and your silly diary. Why do you always write in that thing?”
“‘Cuz I like it. Why do you always talk on the phone whenever I come over to your house?”
“‘Cuz I like it,” she said in the same way I did. I think she was making fun of me.
“Are you on your period?” I asked.
Jane screamed louder than I did when I saw my diary about to be hammered open. Maybe a period is something you don’t want destroyed. Who knows?!?