Oh my GOD.
I just found a bunch of journals I wrote in First grade-Third and good lord.
Here’s one of the pages.
OH! Chase (I’m guessing I’m talking about my old cat sob) has walked through the house. From. Came.
Once opon a time in back pack wold a mean back pack think he perfect.
One night a gost came out of the closit. And that was one of his werkers.
He ded a year ago. He sed you will be vizzited by thee goust!
And it hapend.
Wen he woked up he helped find Timmy and he was nice. The gosts where happy and everyone was. The end.
Best Christmas story ever
