Jan. 28

On Jan 26 we went go-cart racing. I was scared at first, but then I went twice.

I went to school and rode my bike around. As I went I made up the song on the next page.

To the tune of "True Blue Miracle"

I want to fly as high as the sun,
On my bolt of lightning bright,
I want to fly to my home planet,
And see my sis and friends.
But my lightning won't come when I call it,
Now that I've found my memory.
At last I've found my mem'ry,
And if that isn't a true blue miracle,
I don't know what one is.
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I seem to have lost my powers of magic,
I can't make my lightning come.
But I'll get home if it takes a decade,
I don't care what it takes.
Someday you'll see me flying to my real home,
I've found freedom once again.
Someday you'll see me flying to freedom,
And if that isn't a true blue miracle,
I don't know what one is.

Somehow I've gotten to thinking that I AM Staru. I wonder if I am?

Dad hung up the eagle I got for Christmas.

We have a smoke detector.

I've earned the My Camera badge.

Speaking of photos, I have only one picture of Q. Only one souvenir of the incredible bird who could climb up his cage backwards, skinny through his seed cups, and flew to me like a falcon.