When Glenda was 14, she used her diary to ponder mortality.

Dear diary, it's Valentine's Day and I realize today that I am going to die alone.

I am going to die a withered old lady with feisty cats and bony dogs

in a dingy 3,000 square foot apartments.

That's Glenda, reading from the diary she kept when she was 14. And this? Well, this is

grown-ups read things they wrote as kids. I'm Dan Meisner. Gronups read things they wrote as kids.

I'm Dan Meisner.

Grown-ups read things they wrote as kids is exactly what it sounds like.

A live open-mic event where courageous adults get on stage to share cute little kid writing and angsty teen writing and everything in between.

This time recorded live at Electric Owl in Vancouver, BC.

We have angry live journals, a poem about losing your virginity,

and a dead moose carcass.

This stuff is weird, it is angsty, it is awkward,

but there's a lot we can learn from our former selves.

So think about who you were when you were a kid, and stick around.

A minute ago, we heard from Glenda, who predicted she would die alone in a dingy 3,000 square foot

apartment.

But that wasn't the only aspect of her adult life, she predicted at 14.

Here's Glenda live on stage in Vancouver with a few more predictions.

I'll live next door to one of my brothers and his happy family,

and they'll have my niece or nephew visit me every week to check if my oxygen tank is leaking.

They're going to invite me over for Christmas dinner every year out of pity

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