doing an "oopsy"
so I'm packing and going through the keepsake stuff and for digital posterity want to transcribe this journal entry I just found (in a very ugly-looking notebook, by the way -- it has a paint-splatter design, and I think it was a gift. Surely I'd never pick out something so gross looking for myself, even 14 years ago.)
I was 12.
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Mon Dec 26, 1994
Dear Journal,
I'm pooped! You won't believe what happened today! I can hardly believe it myself.
Well, about two hours away from home, mom did an oopsy! She was tired, and dozed off in her van for a few seconds. In that amount of time, she managed to go across the road and hit the guardrail. I had been asleep, and woke when this happened.
Dana yelled "What are you doing Ma!" and I saw a blur of trees outside the window. I was half-asleep, but when we hit the guardrail I hit my head (not seriously). Though this all happened, I'm in Uncle John's lovely house while I write this. All is well.
~Lorraine Brocker
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haha. A very traumatic experience.
I was 12.
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Mon Dec 26, 1994
Dear Journal,
I'm pooped! You won't believe what happened today! I can hardly believe it myself.
Well, about two hours away from home, mom did an oopsy! She was tired, and dozed off in her van for a few seconds. In that amount of time, she managed to go across the road and hit the guardrail. I had been asleep, and woke when this happened.
Dana yelled "What are you doing Ma!" and I saw a blur of trees outside the window. I was half-asleep, but when we hit the guardrail I hit my head (not seriously). Though this all happened, I'm in Uncle John's lovely house while I write this. All is well.
~Lorraine Brocker
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haha. A very traumatic experience.