In 1984, I received my first journal from my grandma. Can you imagine my intrigue opening it up 29 years later? Check out these entries:  April 16, 1985 Today was my first day of cheerleading [practice]. I was superb. I did everything perfect and the teachers were amazed. I have a cheer that I hope is okay well I’ll find out!  April 22, 1985 I didn’t make cheerleading. It makes me mad because the reason I didn’t make it was because I missed to much school. The stupid judges didn’t say anything about not being in school, its not my fault. I’m not trying out again, I’ll probably get the stupid same excuse. Its going to be hard to go to school tomorrow. But I can do it. I feel sordove [sort of] depressed I guess. I’m going right up to Mrs. Ware the head judge and I’m going to ask her why I didn’t make it.  So funny! I totally remember those two days.  On that April 22, when the new cheer-leading team was announced and I wasn’t one of them, I held tears in so tight, my eye-vessels could have burst.  But that afternoon, as soon as the bus dropped me off, the dam was lifted and the tears came pouring out. I remember crying and walking down our street, looking toward our house and seeing my mom waiting in the distance. Maybe it was mom-intuition prompting her to be there for me. It just meant a lot. Though that day can be remembered as a day of rejection. I prefer to remember it as a day of having my mom there to wipe my tears and comfort my spirit. You love your kids the way no one else can. And your kids need your love like no one else can give it. Thanks, Mom. Love, Heath

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