Going back to the age of 9, that is impressive. I know I had some earlier diaries to this one, but I guess I threw them away as I haven’t seen them in years and have now pretty much moved out of my parents house. I used to keep mine in my sister’s old tuck box from boarding school, which was lockable.

How do you feel reading back over your journals? So far I have been somewhat amused by mine, but also a little concerned about some of the hints about my childhood personality.

I go home (to my parents) almost every 2 years and when I do I usually go in the box and pick one journal out and start reading.