October, 1993

It was a dark and stormy night ... well it had been, for an October night in Phoenix. I thought my car was gonna float away ... with ME in it! I mean, really, 19th Avenue and Grand was a bloody lake! If this weather keeps up, it's gonna be another wet Fair. I can't wait ... The State Fair will be celebrating the 100th anniversary of the Ferris Wheel (about the only ride I'll go on, hehehe). Okay, okay ... let's try the intro again...

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,
Has it been over a week since I wrote here last? I wonder how often most people make entries into their treasured diaries. I suppose as long as I need to express myself, and I have this as a medium, then it is often enough.

I could hardly concentrate today at school. My mind is still reeling over two facts. One, that I've now been able to remember parts of a dream after the accident that took my parents from me. The other is what I do and don't remember from that dream. I certainly recall not being alone, now. I was with someone special to me.