tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784019547381271349.post2066973338599805912..comments2022-03-02T16:28:35.489-08:00Comments on project journal: Sarah Starr Alleman Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383201431988248545noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784019547381271349.post-89874401744449244692008-09-16T20:51:00.000-07:002008-09-16T20:51:00.000-07:00Oh goodness.. those old journals. I would love to ...Oh goodness.. those old journals. I would love to read yours though! lol. Do you remember that journal entry I told you that I wrote about? It was a while ago...and the entry was from when we were 6 or so. I just drew a picture of our little primary class giving our sharing time. We had that teacher with the long dark hair. In the picture she was helping me at the microphone. And next to the microphone was you and Dirk, holding hands, with hearts drawn on your clothes. Oh, I love it! I should scan it and send it to you. I even had your in your cute freckles!Natalie Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02421293736737469302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3784019547381271349.post-9098127279710250292008-09-12T07:41:00.000-07:002008-09-12T07:41:00.000-07:00What a pretty pen. :) Last week I found another ...What a pretty pen. :) Last week I found another high school journal (loose leaf paper bound binder style) and three boxes (shoeboxes, kleenex boxes, etc.) full of letters from friends. The letters are sweet, but somehow I don't care to open the journal. :) I got as far as browsing pictures I'd drawn growing up, and was glad to realize that over the years my artistic talent has actually increased, which is opposite of what I thought. :) That's a nice thought, that growth occurs even when we spend considerably less time on something.Ammielorishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15733229409882495397noreply@blogger.com