A sled
Day 1: Every winter is horrible. People sitting on me all the time. Going down fast hills. Cold snow on my belly. Cold, cold, cold snow. Then the rest of the time I’m just bored. Staying in the garage all day. But I think I’m breaking. These kids are getting fat. I think it is snowing. Great.

Day 2: So today I went out sledding. Seriously, these kids are fat. I’m going to crack under pressure. Now I don’t know what to do because I overheard what the weather is going to be like. MORE snow. Heavier too.

Day 3: Is there such thing as snow burn? Well you know like rope burn and rug burn? If you were a sled you would know what snow burn feels like. It happens every single year. I guess the people wax me sometimes and that feels good. That doesn’t happen too much. Want to know what else is horrid? A sanding. Sometimes my wood frays, but how is that my fault? Well they take out this paper that looks pretty flimsy. Right? It is made out of sand. But they rub it all over me. This freaking hurts! What the heck???? Some people just got some issues…

Day 4: Not today, not ever. I know I am going to break. There is a huge crack in me, so I don’t get why they don’t throw me away.

Day 5: I’m so jealous. Yeah I know it’s not good to be jealous, but still. They got a new sled! It’s plastic! Who would want a plastic sled anyway? It is bright pink. Who wants a bright pink plastic sled? That’s surely going to break faster than me. This family has had me for 6 years! They can’t just throw me away! After all we have been through! Seriously. Maybe it was all that complaining I did? I TAKE IT ALL BACK!

Day 6: Depression. Now I know what it feels like. I overheard the humans that they are going to throw me out. I guess I will never talk to you again. Diary, you’re my best friend. Well goodbye…