October 20, 1993

A scary house in my street.

My friends and I went to a party.  Everyone there dared us to go inside the house on the corner of Sycamore Street (I lived on the other end of that street then).  It was supposedly haunted.  We didn't think so.  So we took the challenge.  We went home and got our stuff.  Then we went over to the "Haunted House." I was the first one in.  My friend behind me fell through a trap door and was killed.  The house was very nice but worn down.  We passed a candle and I grabbed it.  Another friend got sliced in half.  I put my sleeping bag down and went to sleep.  In the morning I woke up and went home.  The kids at the party asked what happened to the other kids, and I said "I dunno!"  The next day that house blew up.

October 19, 1993

Darkness.  What is darkness?  Is darkness hatred or the devil?  Not necessarily, but if you say "Darkness" you do think of hate and the devil. But could mean a new beginning, but let's not think of it that way, now that Halloween is coming up. Darkness is scary.  Why do people get scared of darkness? As I see it, there are 2 different darkness's.
#1 Darkness could be be when the sun goes down it's dark. Darkness.
#2 Darkness could be a feeling.  A feeling of hatred, of the devil, an ugly feeling at that.

October 18, 1993

I hope it doesn't snow today.  That would really ruin my day. I hope Mr. W. can find a new box.  Hopefully R.C. Willey has some boxes for him.  I wonder if Mr. W. has a dog.  It would probably be the kind with real pokey hair or maybe a pig.  If he had a pig then he'd name him piggy. I wonder if Mr. W. likes orange or apple juice more.  Oh well that will just be a mystery.  I flew across the street with Bob.  Man is it fun!  Tomorrow I"m going to fly across the street.  You can see down on the clouds.  It is so fun dude.  Maybe I can fly around the street with Mr. W.  That would be fun.

October 12, 1993

Today I flew across the street. I feel so proud of myself for doing that.  When I grow up I want to be as funny as Mr. W.  Mr. W. surely is funny.  I like to be funny, so I can laugh and people can laugh with me. Laughing means that you're having a good time.  Mr. W. should make his own school called: W's School of Humor and Funniness.  The other day my brother saw Mr. W. at the video store.  I wonder if Mr. W. remembers seeing him.  Mr W. is the funniest guy I know.

October 7, 1993

Fish are cool. They swim real weird and make their mouth look weird by squishing the sides of the mouth together.  When I was little, I caught a big catfish (with no help at all).  The night I ate it for dinner.  Boy, was that yummy. I like to eat fish but I like chicken better.  I sure hope it rains today, or even snows.  Oh wait, that would mean Mr. W. would have to get a new cardboard box, and he would have to go to Salt Lake City and paint the zebras.  I wonder what color he paints them.  Is a zebra a white horse with black stripes or a black horse with white stripes.  Back to fish. No wait, time to go.