Me. Aged 10. Or 11. Or thereabouts.
Remember 1994? When everyone was wearing those heatglo T’shirts you could turn flourescent just by blowing on them? Before owning a pair of GHD’s was the norm and Take That were big the first time round?
Well I’ve been right back there this evening.
I found my diary you see. It contains the thoughts, angst and lists of loves from my Year 6 self. I had just turned 11 and thought I had the world sussed. Clearly, I hadn’t (especially not Maths or boys), but who was I to correct myself?
The thing is, rather than shoving this diary to the back of a sock drawer, to gather dust and never see light again, I thought I’d share it. Not just with one or two people. But with the audience of the breakfast radio show I co-present for Heart. And, now, with you.
If you missed the first instalment, you can listen back here.
And now to the next entry, as read by a lovely ten year old who is quite clearly after my job on the radio. I’m cringing already…
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After I bared my 10 year old soul last week, Dorky Mum suggested I turn The Diary into a Linky. I’m not sure anyone would join. It may be like throwing a party and no one turning up.
So to test the waters, I thought I’d put some “feelers” out (what does that even mean anyway?). Would anyone be interested in either baring their soul in a similar fashion or casting their minds back to their younger selves and writing an entry as if you were a kid again?
If you have a burning desire to do just that then let me know and I’ll open it out when the next entry goes live this time next week.
Your diary is unusually good for that age. Mine just used to be: Got up. Had breakfast. Went to school. Came home. And I am completely smitten with that reader! Not sure I’d have the courage to air mine on a linky. Might go and have a peep at them…!
She’s a fabulous reader isn’t she. I predict great things for her! And yes, my diary was unusually well written. I think I must have had far too much time on my hands. If only blogging existed back in 1994. Actually, no. It’s very good it didn’t.
I was never allowed a Global Hypercolour t-shirt, my mum said they were too expensive (and anyway, they only ever seem to change colour under the armpits, who needed to advertise that they were sweating?)
I saw on in a charity shop trawl not long back, couldn’t believe they hadn’t all long since disintegrated.
Your mum had a very good point…
Oh, wow, you youngster….in 1994 I was at university! All my diaries are *gasp* from the 80s. I daren’t even look at them myself, never mind make them public. Brave lady! 🙂
Brave…or stupid? I can’t decide.
You look adorable. I had a monobrow at 11 and was uber chubby!
Not long after this photo was taken I sheared my hair off in an attempt to look “Indie” like Justine out of Elastica or Louise out of Sleeper. I had curtains. My nickname in Year 7 was Little Man. Enough said really.
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Oh. My. God. How did I not know about this before?!
OMG!! The necklace!! I had one of those… now where is it? Up in the loft with the diary I’m guessing…….
Want to join me in the fashion disasters corner Steph?!
Um hell yeah!!!! I have diaries from ages 10-22!!
I’m counting on you to share next week then! x