As I was cleaning out my room this week I found an old diary from when I was ten years old. I was a silly girl. Small and scared and silly. This is what I wrote:
Today is Christmas. Mom gave me a big green shirt and it is my favorite. I got a lot of gifts but I don't seem to get as much excited about Christmas as I did before. My gerbil died today. He was four and a half. He has been limping and falling in his cage for the past two days, so I wasn't too shocked. It was still pretty sad, though. I hope he had a good life. I hope there wasn't too much suffering. He was old. I hope he liked his wheel that I picked. We wrapped him up in his nest and buried him. My grandmother is dying of cancer. I never realized how much I loved that gerbil.