This is silly, I know, but I just can't get over the first sentence.
Alexandra's diary entry for September 23, 1989 (I'm barely 11 years old):
Today just happend to be the worst day, maybe not in my life though. It was sunshine in the morning. We had our family picture taken at Grafflin. The picture included Max. The bad part was, it started pouring, while I was opening a refigerator door my finger got smashed, Nick wacked me in the eye, and last I got sooked and froze while running to the car. At night dad and mom went to a party, and Nick and me had pillow fights and watched T.V.
All misspellings sic.