Written 7 December 1996 when I was 10 years old
Today I went over to Clara's house. I had fun. We went to Markham [my elementary school] and just hung out. Then we played a stupid game.
When you invite someone over, they invite you over. This just keeps on happening until you're not friends. If you're best friends it doesn't seem to matter.
As long as I could write, I've been writing "for fun." First privately in childhood journals and .doc files saved on a dial-up era desktop. Then publicly during my 20s blogging heyday. Here's a sample of my musings, plucked from different ages and posted in a non-linear timeline.