A catalog of cuts and bruises, scrapes and scratches. Pieces of chewed bubble gum, sweet then tasteless stuck to the pages. Lost creations, hot summer days biking to the pool with friends. A portrait of a dear friend moved miles away. Drawings of dreams come and gone, winter evenings spent huddled by a fire. Bits and pieces of Lego buildings. Some postcards from Europe. Splotches of popsicles dry and stickky, old presents that were used then forgotten. A bark and a wag of a tail to reet me after schoool, faded photos of soccer games on long ago Saturdays. So far that's mostly what's in my journal, but there are still many pages left of life.
-Maarten v Z. 6th Grade
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