November 1, 1997- 12 years old

11-1-’97 Today I went to Racquetball. It was pretty fun. I also took Maddie for a walk and Tom came along. Aimee and I developed a language. You speak mainly in metaphors. Let’s say I wanted to call someone a liar. I’ld say they’re the boy who cried wolf. Or something like that. Goodnight.