Hey everyone! Hope you had an awesome weekend!
Remember last week I told you about my campout sleepover with Chloe and Zoey? I kind of left you hanging at the end, huh? No worries! I have ALL the deets about what we found buried in the ground!
You guys had some really good guesses in the comments! For those of you who wrote “D” (none of the above) ding ding ding!! You are the million-dollar winner!
(Except, instead of a million dollars, you only get an enthusiastic “Way to go!” from me. Here it is: Way to go! :))
So what did we find, you ask? It was someone else’s diary…from a really, really long time ago!!
When I first saw it, I thought, “OMG I wonder if this is MOM’S diary!!!” Because how cool would that be? If she wrote it when she was my age and then buried it in the yard so no one would ever find it…but then I did?
She’d be all like, “OF COURSE you can read my diary, dear! And while you do that, I’ll bake you some brownies and then run to the bank to get you some cash for the weekend!”
Then I remembered there was no way it could have been her diary since she lived somewhere else as a kid.
And then Zoey was like, “Hey, I have an idea. How about we stop guessing at whose diary it is and open the dang thing up!”
But Chloe said, “WAIT! What about privacy!”
She had a pretty good point. Not everyone would publish their diaries for the world to see, like I do. If someone went to all the trouble to bury that thing, they probably didn’t want anyone to read it!
But my curiosity was killing me. Sometimes being a good person is REALLY, REALLY hard!!
We decided to just open it to see whose diary it was. Inside the first page, there was writing with a black marker. It read:
This diary belongs to Mildred Elliott. NO snoopers allowed. That means YOU Irvin!
Mildred, Irvin…those are TOTALLY old people names. The diary must be SUPER old. How cool is that??
I said that Mildred would probably WANT us to read it. I mean, let’s say she’s like 80 or something now.
She’s probably rocking in a chair somewhere with a crocheted blanket on top of her thinking, “Boy, I sure do hope some young whippersnappers find my diary and learn a thing or two from reading it!”
Old people always say weird words like “whippersnappers” and they LOVE to pass on their wisdom!!
Then Zoey was like, “Nikki, you’re totally right! I bet she buried it here KNOWING someone would find it some day. It’s like poet Sidney Lanier wrote, “If you want to be found, stand where the seeker seeks.”
Then I said, “Yeah! Exactly!”
But Chloe wasn’t convinced. So we decided to put the diary aside and then do a hypothetical poll over the weekend.
We planned to each ask four different people, “Let’s just SAY you found a diary somewhere…just pretend! If you found it, and you knew it was super old, and the person who wrote it was nowhere to be found, would you read it? Hmmm?”
Then if enough people said yes, we MIGHT consider reading it.
I already asked two people. Mom said, “I’d try to find the person who wrote it to give it back because that’s the right thing to do.”
Dad said, “You know me…I just love reading about girls’ deepest inner most thoughts! Um, no. I wouldn’t be even slightly interested in reading it!”
Haha Dad made a joke! It happens like once every decade or so. 🙂
What do YOU guys think? What would you do if you found someone else’s diary? And what if you knew it was SUPER old? Would you read it??
