Hands

At Six.

Yesterday afternoon, I spent an hour digging through plastic bins full of artwork, grade reports, stories, and relics from my childhood. Aside from the warm fuzzies provoked by nostalgia, it was incredibly funny revisiting my youth from my teeny, first-person perspective.

I had an imagination the size of Godzilla. If there was any definitive indication of who I’d become as an adult, it was in the contents of those bins; original fairytales, plays, paintings, floor plan drawings, crafts, photos, a self-portrait with a crown. All riddled with good-natured humor and spunk.

But this was a gem worth sharing.

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In what must have been first grade, judging by the dates, I created a handwritten journal using prompts from our teacher to practice writing. While my grammar and spelling needed some fine-tuning, my handwriting was pretty damn impressive. Even at six, I had a pretty solid grasp on life.

"I wish my my parents would buy me a Beanie Baby, and ice cream, and flowers."

“I wish my my parents would buy me a Beanie Baby, and ice cream, and flowers.”

You know, life’s finer things.

"If I had a magic wand, I would go to a friend's house, vanish my brother, and have my own home."

“If I had a magic wand, I would go to a friend’s house, vanish my brother, and have my own home.”

I revoke the brother-vanishing comments. 

"I don't like people who are mean to me, who hit me, or who lie to me."

“I don’t like people who are mean to me, who hit me, or who lie to me.”

Preach, little momma. 

"My favorite meals are chicken, chicken casserole, and a turkey sandwich."

“My favorite meals are chicken, chicken casserole, and a turkey sandwich.”

I legitimately have zero recollection of a “chicken casserole” from my youth. But turkey sandwiches are the truth.

I'm very happy that I got to go to the park, get ice cream, and play golf."

“I’m very happy that I got to go to the park, get ice cream, and play golf.”

What six-year-old plays golf? 

"Someday I hope the earth will stay like it is. Be clean and recycle."

“Someday I hope the earth will stay like it is. Be clean and recycle.”

Fact: I recycle constantly.

"At home, I wish I could sleep in, eat breakfast and watch a movie."

“At home, I wish I could sleep in, eat breakfast and watch a movie.”

This happened on Sunday.

"Right now I feel happy because I am student of the week."

“Right now I feel happy because I am student of the week.”

High-five, woman.

"I'm proud of myself when I am on two wheels, brush my teeth, and go to bed."

“I’m proud of myself when I am on two wheels, brush my teeth, and go to bed.”

Thank you, six-year-old self, for practicing superb dental hygiene. Just wait until braces.

"When I grow up, I will be helpful to other people, get a job, and get a car."

“When I grow up, I will be helpful to other people, get a job, and get a car.”

Nailed it.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm very happy because I got a new Beanie Baby, caught the ball in tee-ball, and know how to write."

“Sometimes I feel like I’m very happy because I got a new Beanie Baby, caught the ball in tee-ball, and know how to write.”

And you will write so many stories.

"I like myself because I am helpful, kind, and very nice."

“I like myself because I am helpful, kind, and very nice.”

Never lose your kindness.

"Sometimes I dream that I found a new friend, got a Beanie Baby, and got new dogs."

“Sometimes I dream that I found a new friend, got a Beanie Baby, and got new dogs.”

Again with the Beanie Babies.

"I'm at my best when I'm playing tee ball, eating, and listening."

“I’m at my best when I’m play tee ball, eating, and listening.”

Lol—I’m at my best when I’m eating.

"I feel good when it's my birthday, at tee ball, and at home."

“I feel good when it’s my birthday, at tee ball, and at home.”

And I feel good about all of this.

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