The 90s meant one thing: some of the best toys on the market.
Before technology became an everyday necessity, there were a few electronic toys that gave us hope for a bright future ahead.
One of those inventions was the Password Journal.
This lime green and purple plastic journal included a mini notebook inside with a voice activated lock, and held the secrets of my childhood.
I remember endless days of fighting with my brother who tried to mock my girly voice and say my password to get into the journal.
The password was always something I loved at the time.
“I love horses.” “I love Lisa Frank.” “I love Kyle in Mrs. Bailey’s class.”
I found my journal a couple months ago tucked under old books and outdated clothes in my basement. When I tried to guess the password, my adulthood attempt failed.
So, I guess my childhood will remain in my secret journal as a place of no return. Thankfully.
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