Forgotten Memories Found
Spring cleaning leads to some fun discoveries. A forgotten box of notebooks. These notebooks hold my life's story, told from the perspective of the person I was when I wrote the words. I wonder when I thought I would be a nice idea to notebook and write my journey down? I have a faint recollection of getting a small diary with a lock and key during elementary school and thinking that this would be the start of me recording all the important and relevant experiences I would have. I only started this journey for myself, to help me remember. I know during the years of raising a family, my writing was more sporadic and notebooks would take me years to complete. This Composition notebook seems to be the first intact notebook I have. Written at the tender age of 11, going on 12 - always going onto the next year. (I do remember as a kid, always excited for the next number - not like today, when at 57, I try to forget the increasing digit.) One thing I notice just from reading a few entrie