Diary of a ten year old part 3

Well these are special entries today because it is my baby little tall, but younger sister's birthday. I can't believe 15 years have gone by since she was born.There is a fairly big age gap between my sister and I; 11 years without any other siblings in between seems to raise a few eyebrows when I tell them. I have to explain that yes she is my full sister, my parents were still together at the time and it wasn't the case of my mum or dad having a child with a new partner which I think is usually the case with big age gaps. I was an only child for 11 years and it was a massive shock to everyone in the family when my mum found out she was pregnant.

I cried. Typical 'only child' behaviour thinking someone was going to come along and take all of my mummy and daddy's attention and I would be forced to live in the attic surviving only on rotten fish heads...... Or something like that. The truth was that I was scared, I had always noticed how much my parents LOVED babies and thought I would just be the boring older child that they wouldn't like as much. What an idiot. Anyway I didn't feel like that for long and I soon became VERY excited about the arrival of a baby sibling. I always wanted her to be a girl, not that I told my parents at the time because I thought it would have been mean to not want a brother. But deep down I almost knew I was going to have a sister.

I made my parents promise me that I would be the first person they told when the baby arrived, because I wanted to be the first to know if it was a boy or if my wishing had worked and it was a girl. This actually meant that when my dad was trying to get hold of me whilst I was shopping in Sainsbury's with my Mamma (that's grandma for most people) he had to lie to a family member who had picked the phone up and said the baby hadn't arrived yet haha.

Anyway he did get hold of me in the end (crazy to think that mobile phones weren't used as much back in the day and people actually used landlines) and down I went to the hospital to meet my new baby sister. My first memory of her is holding her and thinking "why is her head covered in lard?".... Obviously it wasn't lard, they hadn't greased her up to help with the delivery but it definitely looked like it.

I love how I refer to her as 'it'. 'It' will be born tonight haha.

I think the above spelling may be a contributing factor to why people tend to call them C-sections.

This is when she was 2 hours old.

Yes I am naturally a blondie.



Diary of a 10 year part 2

I thought it was about time that we revisited my ten year old self and see what drama's were occurring sixteen years ago.

Amongst other things, 1997 was the year that my classmates and I discovered the Spice Girls. Yeah GIRL POWER. I vividly remember 'Wannabe' hitting the charts and everyone wanting to learn the words and the dance moves. We all had our favourite 'Spice'. Mine was Baby Spice at the time, sometimes it changed to Ginger Spice because I loved the colour of her hair. Anyway there was a period of time when during play time all most of the girls would split into groups of five and become the Spice Girls. We would sing and dance and do the peace sign proclaiming that we had 'Girl Power!'
Here are a few diary entries dedicated to those 'good old days'......

Here is the first time I mention us 'doing the Spice girls' - in hindsight I probably could have worded it better.

I can tell you now, I wasn't happy at being Scary Spice. As mentioned above Baby was my favourite but it was the politics of the group. I had no choice.

Also, I highly doubt that it was one single topic on 'Space and Tudors', pretty sure they didn't ever overlap.

This entry tickles me. For a start I love how I talk about it being 'spellings' on Monday and then spell coming as 'comeing' in the same sentence. It also seems that it had got too much for me being Scary Spice and Kayleigh (who is the same Kayleigh that Matthew with the love heart for a 'M' said he liked on my birthday) was becoming too controlling. It was time to move on and become Posh Spice with Lindsay but I was also prepared for it to not be a permanent move.

I don't know if I did leave the group on Monday, I doubt it because surely that would have made it into Monday's diary entry but it didn't so let's assume I found happiness in Lindsay's group, even if I did have to be Posh Spice.

The diary of a ten year old part 1

I was sorting some stuff out the other day and came across my Winnie-the-pooh diary from 1997.
1997 was a pretty good year; I turned 11, my sister was born (yes there is a big age gap between us), I started 'big school' and it would appear that I started to become interested in the opposite sex. Shocking!

I just had to share some of my diary entries because they really tickled me. I think it will be best to split them over a couple of posts because I don't want to overload you with 10 year old Katie - she's a bit full on sometimes.
So this first lot of entries all surround my 10 year old love life:

22nd April

So yeah, from the start I obviously played it cool and wasn't overly dramatic or anything. Loving someone for infinity isn't that long is it? I love how after making such a statement I then have to also write that I went swimming (with Emma), like that was equally important on that day.


2nd May

Oh dear. I can't believe Emma told my secret, when just over a week earlier I had been swimming with her. Don't think I was a happy bunny. I love how I turned the 'M' in Matthews name into a love heart.

17th May

My birthday, as you can see. How tragic a diary entry is this? I actually remember this. I had had a bowling party and both Matthew and Kayleigh, amongst other friends (including Emma - we made friends) came and in the car on the way back he said he fancied Kayleigh. And it had to happen ON MY BIRTHDAY. Oh dear.

10th June

This was the last diary entry relating to Matthew. It had been exactly 49 days since I had admitted my 'infinity' love for him and he had gone and got a girlfriend who I was obviously not happy with. I wasn't bitter or anything. Honest. It would appear that that was the end of my 'love' for Matthew and I had to move on. (p.s. the part about my Mum related to her going in to hospital to have my sister)

14th July

Then there was George. As you can see, that was pretty short lived.

22nd October

And finally there was Sam and the cycle begins again.



Who knew a 10-11 year old could have such a drama filled love life eh?