So when I was in elementary school I had this little laptop. I'm in High School now and found this laptop after... who knows how many years. Of course the little dinosaur is covered in dust and, well, dead.

So I search for a charger that fits it and wait for it to turn on. And I'm greeted with three profiles; one that has my full name, a guest account, and a family account (I don't know why I had a family account. I was the only one who got on the laptop).

First things first: I had set a password to get in. Okay cool. Smart of younger me. But I cOuLdn'T remember it. I put in my standard password but of course it was wrong so the computer gives me a hint which is "eman this is backwards."

What? •_• So I type in "name." Nothing. I type in my original birth name "Phoenix." I try birth name-nick name "firebird."

Guess what it was. My actual first name. Neksjcbejejxjsisnskzuxsn. Not a very good password.

Second thing. The home screen is filled with pictures I saved. Mainly pictures of pretty horses. (I used to be obsessed with them).

Then there's a picture. THIS picture:

Umm WHAT.

I also found really grainy selfies I took. But we'll just ignore those

Third thing: I made diary entries *cringe*

Here's one of them:
"Feb 1, 2012
today i went to the busstop in the rain! when i went to school and it went good. when i went to S.T.L.P i sat by Hunter my crush and Riley. i showed them my coke chap stick. they smelled it and looked like they were in heaven.LOL!!!! we sat at the computer and did some stuff i can not describe. i went home and played outside and got mad at my friends."

I wish I had wrote why I was mad at my friends 😂

Also, I didn't begin writing stories for fun until about 7th grade. Or so I thought... I found one from my elementary years. A really bad one. It was about a family of mice during Christmas time and let's just say I misspelled the word "wrapped." Like, wrapping presents.

Instead of "wrapped" it was "raped" 😶😶

OMG I JUST FOUND VIDEOS I RECORDED. OH MY.

—dead