Writing has been a part of my life since the days of amateur scribbling on wide-lined paper and super huge pencils. Something about writing back then made me feel empowered. Or maybe it just made me feel grown like the big kids. Either way I liked it.
My first real experience writing about my thoughts and feelings was around age 10. I had seen a crimson red diary with a shiny gold lock and key in the local discount store. I wanted it. I never told my mother, but I suspected she knew when I’d traipse off to the school supply area and she’d find me there starring at this little book. Sure enough, for my 10th birthday I got the diary. I immediately started writing about whatever was significant at the time (maybe cartoons or whatever teen celeb I had a crush on). I was excited and made it my business to make sure that each date listed had an entry. I wish I had that diary now. Unfortunately it was lost when my family moved years ago. It would be interesting to read about the things that seemed so important then. Read More >