It's official. My parents just closed on my childhood home, the place they've lived since 1993. I went back to Michigan a few weeks ago to help pack my stuff and stumbled upon a journal of mine from 1997.
The journal is filled with proclamations of love for my mom and dad, my plight in getting a "dag" and possibly too rough of spelling for how old I was at the time. I decided to start "You Already Know" because a lot of what I knew at 7, I worry, doubt or have forgotten about now.
I hope by looking at these entries, you'll find what you already know too.