BURNING BOOBS! 1985

I wrote this EXACTLY 30 YEARS AGO!!!


I thoroughly loved finding this gem! 

Because summer is coming to a close, I thought this was a perfect post!

(Summer before my Junior year in High School)

Transcription (without corrections):

August 21, 1985 
Wednesday

This has to be the ultimate story of the month! I don't even believe it happened. It all begins at Julie's pool...

Julie went to France this summer and was on the French Riviera for two weeks. Well, on the Riviera, people go topless. In fact, most everyone does. Julie didn't because of her "modesty" but near the end of her stay, wanted to do it. "BUT" she was too embarissed everyone had tan boobs and hers were white! So, she kept her top on.

Anyways, she asked me up today to lay out. Well, she played her French music for me and oh gosh, she went overboard with the whole atmosphere and got this wild idea of of the "tan-french-boobs"!!! So, she goes, let's do it! I said NO WAY and I wasn't kidding. The whole thing sounded ludicrous to me! But me and my dumb head gave in and and am I ever sorry! OUCH!!! SUNBURN!!! Never again will I do this. My butt-white boobs are now beet RED! What kooks we are!!! Not only that, but tonight was also the Mutual Beach Party. I had to go and look like I was having fun! OUCH!

Burning Boobs!

Davis

My Life In A Box

As I have been searching through my journals, I decided to organize and label them to make it easier for me to search and find my life's experiences. As you can see, I have them labelled, but not yet organized. They are still pretty much thrown into the box.

Going back through my life is quite interesting. I read entries that bring fond memories to life, even finding myself laughing out loud! Then there are the times of trial and hardship which are more difficult to read. Sometimes I turn the pages more quickly and skip certain periods because I do not wish to go there. However, as I continue, I am able to relish in my triumphs over difficult times and reflect on my successes which gives me strength for today and my future.

I am so grateful for taking the time and making it a habit to write over the years. It is never too late to start. If I can inspire anyone to buy a blank book and pick up a pen and write, I will be thrilled. Things that seem mundane to you now, will be interesting to those who come after you. When I tell my kids how we had to do all our planning for the weekend at school or make all our phone calls before leaving the house to go out, they are shocked! They don't believe anything could be organized without the use of mobile phones and social media! Life without texting! Unimaginable to them!

My kids have a couple of weeks of summer left, so I may not be posting as regularly as I started. I will again, regain my consistency the beginning of September. I have some really great stories to share!

Davis

He Loves Me! 1985

I am 16 and a junior in high school

     After our soccer game, (he) came to the High School to find me. I was with some of my soccer friends watching the boys basketball game when I saw him walk into the gym. I needed to go home, so (he) walked me out to my car. On the way, I could tell that something was bugging him. So I said, "what's bothering you?" He said he had a problem. I took stupid guesses to make  him cheer up but he still kinda sat there. He then told me that he wanted to talk to me about this problem and I said, "O.K. then, come with me and we can talk." He agreed, but I was dieing! I tried to tell him about the fight I broke up today at school, and he was just acting the strangest! He was resisting saying what he wanted to say. So we blabbed about nothing...he asked me to keep driving so he could talk. He insisted that he would "burst" if he didn't tell me tonight. Since I was low on gas, I said I'd drive to the station. All of a sudden, when I was completely off guard, he blurted this out: "Davis...I've liked you for a long time and I think I've fallen in love with you!" I didn't know what to say!!! I was completely off guard and speechless! The worst part is, I sat there driving downtown with my eyeballs as big as silver dollars, and my chin to the floor! (He) obviously noticed my expression and goes, "say something...please!?" I apologized and said I couldn't! I could feel my ears burning and...I was just kinda stuck there...Then, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "I'm glad I got it out! I would've gone crazy!" I was absolutely dieing. I was flattered but I honestly couldn't say I liked him in the same way back!

     It was silent most of the drive back, but I'm sure (he) was silently having an attack because I couldn't say anything.

Davis

(Did I really spell "here" "hear?" and I broke up a fight? WOW!)

Thank You Anne Frank 1980

Courtesy of Holocaust Encyclopedia

I had somehow misplaced my journal after taking it on a family trip. I was inspired to quickly find it after watching a documentary on Anne Frank at school. How grateful I am to have been touched by her story. She inspired me at 11years old to always keep writing...and to keep track of my journal!

11/21/1980

     I'm sorry I've not written in you in a long time...I've been missing you. You got lost when we went on our trip.

     The real thing that urged me to look for you was watching a movie called, "Diary of Anne Frank."

     I was touched by the story.

Davis

  

Here are photos of me on the left and Anne on the right; both 11 years old. 

Her photo was taken just two years before she went into hiding. My heart aches at what she endured as a young girl compared to my blessed life of religious freedom.

                                                                       Courtesy of Holocaust Encyclopedia

Courtesy of CNN.com

I later read "Diary of Anne Frank", the publication of her writings. I loved reading every detail and could barely put it down! What a treasure that she kept a journal during her period of hiding and that it was preserved for us to read, experience and learn from the past.

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THANK YOU ANNE!!!

The Grand Canyon 1981

6/24/1981

Dear Diary,
     Today we're on our way to Grand Canyon. We're in Flagstaff right now.
     We just got back from Dairy Queen and we're at the Sno Bowl.
     Kern Dropped her shoe half way down. I had to get it.

 

      The photo above is me posing with the backdrop of the Grand Canyon and a beautiful sunset. I LOVED the feather "roach clip" my parent's bought for me in a little shop on our way. Of course, I did not know what that was. I only knew the ornately beaded clip was handy to attach the grand, white wispy feathers to my hair where they could dangle and blow in the wind. They also got us all moccasins.

     Dairy Queen meant road trip! The only time we ate there growing up was when we were on the road headed somewhere. I still see Dairy Queen signs and think about childhood vacations via four wheels.

      As for the Sno Bowl, it is a ski resort and we took the ski lift up to see the amazing mountain vistas. My younger sister's newly purchased moccasin fell off of her foot, and somehow I was the elected person to hike up under the ski lift to retrieve it for her.

     I loved that shirt. My shorts matched. Memories...