Today’s writing feels like a hotdog and donut entry.
In the 3rd grade I had to keep a daily journal in class. We were taught cursive writing that year so I’m pretty sure this was practice. Each page had a section at the top to draw a picture to go along with our writing.
I never knew what to talk about. My thoughts and feelings seemed too personal. Besides, the teacher was reading this. So, on more than one occasion, I wrote about hotdog and donut day. The day when, instead of bringing lunch, we could buy a hotdog and a honey glaze donut for a couple of bucks.
I got really good at drawing hotdogs and donuts.