I am trying to figure out how to put everything in my room again since I finally have time to put my room back together after it didn't exist for a while (okay, it did exist, but in a not-so-great form). This means lots of organizing and going through things. This means finding lots of gems from when I was little.
Since you probably can't read the words (they decided they are camera shy. Or something like that):
(In my perfect 5th grade cursive)
I see the Apple so green
it smells so fresh and sweet
Smooth and bumpy and hard it feels
The apple is juicy and sour but sweet
I hear the crunch as I chew
That is the apple
I like this one because it sounds like something I would write now. Well, if you say it slightly sarcastically and with an expressionless face. Also, this apple is full of contradictions. I think it's actually about life. It's probably a poison apple.
Again, the writing got camera shy.
reading, cycling, shopping
brownie-blonde hair, blue eyes
talking, listening, watching,
animal lover, kind
I have no idea where the "cycling, shopping" part came from. I mean, the cycling maybe. When I was 10 my friends and I practically lived on our bikes. But the shopping? I shopped once a year, right before school, and at consignment shops. That is, if someone hadn't been kind enough to give us a bunch of hand-me-downs from their now teenage daughter. So maybe I wanted to shop??
Brownie blonde hair is a color? At least that is consistent with the fact that I call my hair color drunken brunette, so I guess I never knew how to describe my hair so making up new colors is a thing for me.
And, egads, I forgot I used to be an animal lover *shudders*.
And the final one, with a fun (creepy, inaccurate) drawing to go along with it:
So, my hair was basically a chocolate cat. Cool.
Also, that outfit is an outfit I loved when I was ten. And I mean loved. I wore it all the time.
I promise you all, my handwriting has improved and, for the most part, so has my drawing skills.