Over the holidays, my mom found an old “journal” I kept for class in elementary school. In case you don’t know, a “journal” is a primitive blog made of dead trees instead of pixels. (The 1990s were a curious time.)
I had all kinds of prompts from my teacher, and the responses give a little window into my brain of yesteryear. For example, here’s my stirring epitaph for President Richard Nixon:
I know Richard Nixon died of a stroke.
He used to be a president.
He died last Friday.
He has a dog named Checkers.
He was from California.
He used to be a Vice President.
He has five 4 brothers.”
This emotional tribute got a lot of press at the time. I think Nixon’s tombstone actually reads:
“Here Lies Richard Nixon. He used to be a Vice President.”
More insights from my baby brain to come.