What Doodles has to say

I can't believe I am eleven already. When will I be 16, so I can get a car already?!

My mom read to me from a journal that she kept while she was having me. I felt wierd and strange. There was one part where she wrote about sex with my dad. I want to hear that why? She forgot that was in there and thought maybe it was a bit odd to write about. I also felt cool. How many kids can look back and read a journal like that. Over and over it said how much I was loved. She gave me gifts of family, love, knowledge, strength...

I wish I had her strength, I hope I have her strength to handle life like she does, with her illnesses. Right now, I wish I had my dad's ability to stay awake. Maybe all I need to do is play video games all night like him. Although, I do like cuddling and playing computers with my mom, and I guess Mr.Magoo.

Good night (opps, I think he meant that for me, not you)