This is the first page of my school diary. It was written in pencil and my mother, who kept it in a drawer for years – which is the reason it’s survived – has written over the pencil in ink on this particular page. The cover didn’t survive.
What this entry doesn’t say is that we all thought my cousin needed to go to dancing classes to lose some puppy fat. (We all thought means I overheard my mother and grandmother discussing this.) I wonder if that’s why the teacher gave her a long dress. In an effort to cover her up, perhaps? At least I didn’t attempt a picture of her. Kids can be so cruel.