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Jake was about 6 months old, so I must have been three.
Today I found my very first scrap book. I started it when I was six years old.
So I turn the page... I don't even remember ever making this book, but no, there it is, my handwriting across the top page in thick, green ink:
"museuem" it says.
Glued rather messily below it is a child's train ticket with the note "We wenton the chrain this is the chrain tickit it's my one." I am rather impressed at my use of an apostrophe here. Next to the "chrain tickit" is this:
The next sentence reads "This was the first thing we did. We went up the stairs."
Page 2: There is a postcard of a dinosaur, the note beside it says "We went nto the dinosaur exhibition this is my favourit one it was in a box it was a mcanckl (mechanical) one."
Then I tried to draw a dinosaur:
"We went in a room a bawt the earth. I put on irfons (earphones) and the told me haw the earth came."
Page 3: Do you know why I've drawn a monkey?
Duh, because monkeys were the fers tings tat was on earth!! Apparently, I adopted a Jamaican accent in my writing.
There is a picture of the globe being held in two hands. Beside it I've written "this is the picher that was on the sgren (screen) I liked it in the room."
Page 4: The first ballet show I was part of.
There is a picture of me, dressed as a star. We had to dance to the nursery rhyme "Twinkle Star". How embarassing. "you kno this one," my handwriting says "the 5 stars" Although I don't think in any part of the rhyme is there a mention of exactly five stars.
In the next picture, I am dressed as a monkey (yeah it gets worse, huh?), it says "This dance is bare necessits (necessities, that awesome song from The Jungle Book) you kno this one too".
Then there is one of me as a star again, holding hands with my ballet classmates who are dressed as other nursery rhymes. We had to do a "nursery dance" all together. "This darnce is nursery rhymes".
Then ANOTHER picture of me as a monkey in the "grand farnarle" (grand finale, end of the show).
Page 5 : A horrid picture of me in my ballet tutu and the program from the show. I underlined my name in the titles for every dance I appeared in.
Page 6 : Collage fun
Page 7 : Title "ballet"
"A ballet tickit" and a ballet ticket.
"A ballet danster" and a picture of a ballet dancer.
"Me dressd up." and a picture of me dressed up.
Page 8 : Program from a ballet show my mother took me to at West Cliff Theatre.
Under the program I have written "this reader" ...fair enough.
Page 9 : Untitled
Hahahaha. This page is my favourite:
LOOK AT ME! WHAT GRACE AND WHAT ELEGANCE! ACTUALLY THAT'S NOT ME! NOPE! I'M ACTUALLY SIX YEARS OLD AND HAVE CHUBBY, STUMPY LEGS! I SURE PULLED THE WOOL OVER YOUR EYES!!!1 AHAHAHAHA.
Below this picture of "me" is another ticket, that says "a nuther tickit from a ballet". The ticket is for a production called 'The Swan'. I remember this performance very well, because a fat lady in the audience yelled at my mother afterwards for letting me do ballet in the aisle during the show.
Page 10 + 11 : "birth day" writter across the two pages.
Hoorah! My seventh birthday! What did I get? What did I get? I GOT A BOUNCY CASTLE AND A PARTY FOR MY FRIENDS. AND MY VERY FIRST CAMERA TO TAKE PICTURES OF A BOUNCY CASTLE AND A PARTY FOR MY FRIENDS. ALL WITH THE TOPS OF THEIR HEADS CHOPPED OFF. BECAUSE I AM A GOOD PHOTOGRAPHER. JA.
The first photograph is of a rabbit that I got for my grandmother. Instead of saying this, I have thoughtfully written "a birthday presnet". I got some lovely presnets this year.
Finally a good one! "a bouncy castle for a birth day treyt".
"Jake (brother) and Chalt (Charlotte, friend from ballet) at my birthday" notice how I keep emphasising that it's MY BIRTHDAY?
Page 12 + 13 : "birt hay" written across the top of both pages.
"Kerry at my birthday"
"Gemma at my birth day"
"Joe at my birth day"
"Admmda (Adam) at my birthday."
"thomes at my birth day" and "phoebe at my birthday" Here's "Thomes" and Phoebe at MY birthday:
Page 14 + 15 : "birth-day" (ooh hypen) written across the top.
"Nasy (Nasia) at my birthday"
"Chalt (Charlotte) at my birthday"
"nanny and gran-dad (okay, enough with the hypens) at my birth day"
"and Jake at my birth day."
"nanny at my birth day."
"Aunty Jane at my" (and then in pencil "bir th day").
Page 16 + 17 : I really got carried away with this photography shit.
"tommy" and lovely pictures of me running around the garden in the nude with my first ever pet bunny Tommy Black Fletcher (after the Power Ranger, and his colour, and then my icky last name).
"totly brilnet paly compernee" the most wonderfully spelled exert so far. The Totally Brilliant Play Company is where my family took me on my birthday. It had a big seven foot drop slide called "The Death Slide" where you have to cross your arms. I uncrossed mine and got burns all over my elbows. It was also Father's day, and all the dad's had to have a race. My dad won, because he cheated and started the race before the man said go.
"kerry and bradley" my cousins, who I love very much. They are tiny here. For some reason Bradley is wearing a face-painted beard.
"mummy daddy jake", because my family don't deserve punctuation.
"daddy and Jake."
"bunny and Jake":
Page 18 : Pictures of my brother pulling faces in our paddling pool, interuppted only by the cold face of Chantelle, my china doll.
Page 19 : GAH! The other day I was trying to remember my first boyfriend. I pretty much thought it was Matthew Blair, up until I came across this:
MY FIRST BOYFRIEND. I met him at a ballet show (he was in a tap dancing class, aww). By the way, his name is Ben, incase you hadn't already gathered.
Page 20 + 21 : Two pages of "Chalt", ""Sani", "Jack" and more "Chalt."
Page 22 + 23 : Me at the ballet with "the danceers".
Page 24 : "With pets"
I don't know why an upside down picture of me counts as "with pets", but okay. My second rabbit Benji Black Fletcher, my gerbil Lucy and my mother, looking all young and radiant :-]
Page 25: *Ahem*, and now time for some poetry.
"Tall eres,
twinkerle nose,
tiniy tayl,
and hop he gos.
bunny."
Copied from a book of rabbit poetry, I do believe.
And so concludes my seven year old tale. I guess you could say it's the "grand farnarle".
Today I found my very first scrap book. I started it when I was six years old.
So I turn the page... I don't even remember ever making this book, but no, there it is, my handwriting across the top page in thick, green ink:
"museuem" it says.
Glued rather messily below it is a child's train ticket with the note "We wenton the chrain this is the chrain tickit it's my one." I am rather impressed at my use of an apostrophe here. Next to the "chrain tickit" is this:
The next sentence reads "This was the first thing we did. We went up the stairs."
Page 2: There is a postcard of a dinosaur, the note beside it says "We went nto the dinosaur exhibition this is my favourit one it was in a box it was a mcanckl (mechanical) one."
Then I tried to draw a dinosaur:
"We went in a room a bawt the earth. I put on irfons (earphones) and the told me haw the earth came."
Page 3: Do you know why I've drawn a monkey?
Duh, because monkeys were the fers tings tat was on earth!! Apparently, I adopted a Jamaican accent in my writing.
There is a picture of the globe being held in two hands. Beside it I've written "this is the picher that was on the sgren (screen) I liked it in the room."
Page 4: The first ballet show I was part of.
There is a picture of me, dressed as a star. We had to dance to the nursery rhyme "Twinkle Star". How embarassing. "you kno this one," my handwriting says "the 5 stars" Although I don't think in any part of the rhyme is there a mention of exactly five stars.
In the next picture, I am dressed as a monkey (yeah it gets worse, huh?), it says "This dance is bare necessits (necessities, that awesome song from The Jungle Book) you kno this one too".
Then there is one of me as a star again, holding hands with my ballet classmates who are dressed as other nursery rhymes. We had to do a "nursery dance" all together. "This darnce is nursery rhymes".
Then ANOTHER picture of me as a monkey in the "grand farnarle" (grand finale, end of the show).
Page 5 : A horrid picture of me in my ballet tutu and the program from the show. I underlined my name in the titles for every dance I appeared in.
Page 6 : Collage fun
Page 7 : Title "ballet"
"A ballet tickit" and a ballet ticket.
"A ballet danster" and a picture of a ballet dancer.
"Me dressd up." and a picture of me dressed up.
Page 8 : Program from a ballet show my mother took me to at West Cliff Theatre.
Under the program I have written "this reader" ...fair enough.
Page 9 : Untitled
Hahahaha. This page is my favourite:
LOOK AT ME! WHAT GRACE AND WHAT ELEGANCE! ACTUALLY THAT'S NOT ME! NOPE! I'M ACTUALLY SIX YEARS OLD AND HAVE CHUBBY, STUMPY LEGS! I SURE PULLED THE WOOL OVER YOUR EYES!!!1 AHAHAHAHA.
Below this picture of "me" is another ticket, that says "a nuther tickit from a ballet". The ticket is for a production called 'The Swan'. I remember this performance very well, because a fat lady in the audience yelled at my mother afterwards for letting me do ballet in the aisle during the show.
Page 10 + 11 : "birth day" writter across the two pages.
Hoorah! My seventh birthday! What did I get? What did I get? I GOT A BOUNCY CASTLE AND A PARTY FOR MY FRIENDS. AND MY VERY FIRST CAMERA TO TAKE PICTURES OF A BOUNCY CASTLE AND A PARTY FOR MY FRIENDS. ALL WITH THE TOPS OF THEIR HEADS CHOPPED OFF. BECAUSE I AM A GOOD PHOTOGRAPHER. JA.
The first photograph is of a rabbit that I got for my grandmother. Instead of saying this, I have thoughtfully written "a birthday presnet". I got some lovely presnets this year.
Finally a good one! "a bouncy castle for a birth day treyt".
"Jake (brother) and Chalt (Charlotte, friend from ballet) at my birthday" notice how I keep emphasising that it's MY BIRTHDAY?
Page 12 + 13 : "birt hay" written across the top of both pages.
"Kerry at my birthday"
"Gemma at my birth day"
"Joe at my birth day"
"Admmda (Adam) at my birthday."
"thomes at my birth day" and "phoebe at my birthday" Here's "Thomes" and Phoebe at MY birthday:
Page 14 + 15 : "birth-day" (ooh hypen) written across the top.
"Nasy (Nasia) at my birthday"
"Chalt (Charlotte) at my birthday"
"nanny and gran-dad (okay, enough with the hypens) at my birth day"
"and Jake at my birth day."
"nanny at my birth day."
"Aunty Jane at my" (and then in pencil "bir th day").
Page 16 + 17 : I really got carried away with this photography shit.
"tommy" and lovely pictures of me running around the garden in the nude with my first ever pet bunny Tommy Black Fletcher (after the Power Ranger, and his colour, and then my icky last name).
"totly brilnet paly compernee" the most wonderfully spelled exert so far. The Totally Brilliant Play Company is where my family took me on my birthday. It had a big seven foot drop slide called "The Death Slide" where you have to cross your arms. I uncrossed mine and got burns all over my elbows. It was also Father's day, and all the dad's had to have a race. My dad won, because he cheated and started the race before the man said go.
"kerry and bradley" my cousins, who I love very much. They are tiny here. For some reason Bradley is wearing a face-painted beard.
"mummy daddy jake", because my family don't deserve punctuation.
"daddy and Jake."
"bunny and Jake":
Page 18 : Pictures of my brother pulling faces in our paddling pool, interuppted only by the cold face of Chantelle, my china doll.
Page 19 : GAH! The other day I was trying to remember my first boyfriend. I pretty much thought it was Matthew Blair, up until I came across this:
MY FIRST BOYFRIEND. I met him at a ballet show (he was in a tap dancing class, aww). By the way, his name is Ben, incase you hadn't already gathered.
Page 20 + 21 : Two pages of "Chalt", ""Sani", "Jack" and more "Chalt."
Page 22 + 23 : Me at the ballet with "the danceers".
Page 24 : "With pets"
I don't know why an upside down picture of me counts as "with pets", but okay. My second rabbit Benji Black Fletcher, my gerbil Lucy and my mother, looking all young and radiant :-]
Page 25: *Ahem*, and now time for some poetry.
"Tall eres,
twinkerle nose,
tiniy tayl,
and hop he gos.
bunny."
Copied from a book of rabbit poetry, I do believe.
And so concludes my seven year old tale. I guess you could say it's the "grand farnarle".