Paisley Marin's Diary

And... Cracked them on each others' heads!

7/21

Dear Diary,

I miss Hailey living here. We used to read a book together every year.

Like once when I was in first grade she was in, I think eighth grade. We read a book called Confetti Girl. In the book she is Latina. She has a tradition for Easter.

Hailey and I did it.

We poked holes in the top of eggs. We poured the stuff inside [Yolk.] out. We rinsed them and dried them. Then we put confetti in them. We covered the holes and decorated the eggs. We went outside and... Cracked them on each other's heads! I miss that.

[Now get ready for some horrible poetry that had no relation whatsoever to what I was just talking about.]

I wish I was a bird.

I could soar up to the tops of the trees.

I could be a dot against the horizon.

I wish I was a fleck of dust.

I could dance in squares of sunlight.

I could float anywhere I wanted to.

I wish I was a rabbit.

I could hop through foliage.

I could nibble on whatever I pleased.

I wish I was a cat.

I could slink through the night

Completely unnoticed.

I could walk through the outside like a whisper.

But mostly I'm glad I'm me.

Yours,
Paisley Marin