Wednesday, October 7th
Dear Journal,
Caitlin was mean to me today. I drew a picture of an aeroplane in school and when I showed it to her, she laughed at me and said that I was bad at colouring inside the lines. Caitlin is really good at drawing, and it made me feel bad because I want to be good at drawing, too. But Simon was nice. So was Mum. They liked my drawing. Simon played "aeroplane" with me again today, which made me even happier. I like when he does that, because he's really big and strong, and he picks me up off the ground and carries me around and makes aeroplane noises. But I think I'm getting too big for that game, because when Simon put me back down, he was panting a lot and he said something about pulling a muscle.
I know it's bad to listen to people talking to each other when you're not part of the conversation. But I couldn't help it! Mum and Dad were talking in their bedroom when I was playing upstairs, and they started talking about me. Mum said that it was cute that I wanted to be a pilot. Dad just laughed. Dad said that I would have to become really smart if I wanted to do that, and that I would have to have a lot of money. It made me a little sad. I wish our family had more money so I could go to pilot school and get really good at flying.