While my mom was visiting last weekend, she mentioned once getting called to the school by my grade five teacher.

“You got called by the teacher?”

“To look at your journals. You and Michelle had been writing back and forth to each other,” Mom said.

“Writing what?”

She couldn’t remember. “Something the teacher thought was inappropriate.”

“So what happened?”

“Well, I thought she should be happy the two of you were writing so much,” Mom said.

I have absolutely no memory of this. But I’m dying to know what sorts of inappropriate things appeared in those journals! I’m also feeling quite proud of my ten-year-old self for raising eyebrows. Not to mention my mom, for defending our miniature freedoms.

I’m going to have to get in touch with my friend Michelle and see what she remembers…