Monday, August 26th, 1974

Hi. My name is Daniel Jackson and I'm 9 years old. I don't want to write this stupid diary but the Doctor said I need to so I can "express my feelings" or something like that. I see Dr.Henderson every Mondays at 5pm. I think Dr.Henderson thinks I'm nuts. I don't like him very much. Or maybe I shouldn't write that in here cause he's gonna read it right? But that's okay because it's what I feel and that's what this is for right? So its okay. I dont think anybody is supposed to read other peoples diarys arent they? I dont know, I'll have to ask Ms.Cringle. She's my family-finder. I dont know what they're really called cause she thinks I'm too dumb to understand big words, but thats strange cause I do! I dont like her much either. Ms.Cringle is really old. Shes got a lot of wrinkles in her face and beady eyes that are grey like her hair. She looks a lot like Dr.Henderson come to think of it. Maybe they are related or something? I'll have to ask.

I think it would be neat to have a sibling. Somebody to talk to and tell all of your secrets too and not be afraid that they'll tell everybody. I told Marky the secret that I was afraid of heights, but he went and told everybody and I got teased for a long time.

But then, I already have somebody to tell my secrets to, don't I? That would would be you, whoever you are. You can be my big brother right? Cause I've always wanted to have a big brother. I can trust you right, you'll never tell my secrets will you? I trust you. But I can't have a nameless big brother can I?

When I was younger and had a family, before they ...went away... I found a little kitty on the side of the road. It was really wet cause it was raining and it was mewing. I took it up into my hands. It fit in the palm of my hand it was that small! I named it Jack and brought it home and asked Daddy if I could keep it. Daddy said no and took it from me. Why would I wanna keep a dead kitty he asked.

The kitty was dead and I was really sad so, in the kitties memory, I will call you Jack. So I may never forget him.

But I have to go Jack cause now it's really dark outside and I'm afraid that Ms.Cringle is going to come in and yell at me for having my light on. I'll tell you my secrets later!

Your Little Brother;

Daniel Jackson