About

I’ve kept a journal since I was six years old. The first one I ever had was tiny, blue, and had a lock and key. I remember writing how I liked hanging out at the mall because it made me sound more like a teenager.  My second diary was pink and had ballet shoes on the front.  In this diary, I wrote about how cute Zack Morris was and how badly I wished my life were more interesting.  I have shoeboxes full of my old journals, most half-finished with messy handwriting and recaps of overly-dramatized middle school events. While I still keep a paper journal, I’ve found that I write more often (and usually for a longer period of time) when I write online. Writing is something I love, something I often crave. 

So there you have it: my very short journal history.