I recently discovered some childhood treasures. Included with these memory buckets of times gone past is a diary I kept when I was 11 years old.
When I spotted the diary again after all of these years (and believe me, plenty of years have passed), I was excited to read it. What experiences and thoughts were considered important enough to my child-self that I needed to write them down? Perhaps I wrote of my love for track and field, or soccer. My favourite teacher. Or my favourite books (Sweet Valley High anyone?). (more…)