The day babysitting got some “spice”
When babysitting my neighbors 8 year old daughter took a bit of a turn. This story took place back in 1993 when I was 15, as documented from my diary. Made sure I wrote down my first experience in detail so I would never forget. (For a bit of backstory Joanne had some developmental issues so she still needed help with some task most kids her age would be able to do on their own) I had been babysitting my neighbors daughter for Joanne for about 3 and a half months and this day her parents were going out of town for a week and wanted me to watch Joanne at their house. When I arrived they had already left, and when I walked in there was a note with the usual list of things …