February 14th, 1981Dear Diary,
There’s a boy next door, a boy! He’s got blond hair and his name is Patrick. I know because I followed him down to the beach this morning and asked. He’s twelve, a year older than me. He’s made a hideout in the dunes. He spends most of the day there. I asked him if he wanted to swim with me, he said no. He thinks water is for fish and stupid people.