Private Thoughts!: Dear Diary: I was a 10-year-old dork.

by Jules Torti

This neon-lit 1985 time capsule was unearthed to serve as a little cream soda for pandemic-rattled brains. If you press this book to your left ear you can actually hear Cyndi Lauper (right Duran Duran). My impromptu pandemic passion project was simply a sweet splurge for purely selfish nostalgic reasons. However, those dorky and innocent carefree days of 1985 make me want to sharpen all my Crayolas until the small balloon of a blister develops. I want to eat Ketchup chips until my fingers are stained red (after washing my hands thoroughly, of course). I want to build a fort and be thrilled that I accomplished so much in a day.I hope my semi-profound age 10 diary inspires you to take a walk down your own memory lane. Or, maybe you'd rather take an off-ramp to your mind’s favourite hallowed place in time? Wherever you find that calorie-free, Elysian, halcyon period in your life, go there. Or, tag along with me and find a place against the wall at a lunch-hour gymnasium dance. Remember reading with flashlights under the bunk bed covers? Take a 2020 interlude and find the undiluted joy in a homemade slip n' slide. Kentucky Fried Chicken. Parachute pants. Sigh.

77 pages, Paperback

Published April 11, 2020