I've always loved to write. But have I always been a good writer? Let's see, shall we? I did share some of my childhood scribblings with you here before. Remember spunky little Caroline Graves? (Oy vey!)
But as you will see, my efforts before Caroline's story were even
When I was in third grade, I got my first diary for Christmas. (I only ever had one other, in junior high, which I stopped keeping and destroyed after I realized that putting down your adolescent thoughts in a place where anyone could read them is not such a great plan: let's just say that I once wrote that my best friend was annoying me because she was flirting with my "boyfriend"--term used loosely--that day at school, and while on a sleepover, that very friend peeked into my "private" world and read all about it!)
For instance, here's a scintillating look into the life of your average 8-year-old schoolgirl:
Actually, I did let my diary in on the boy who was one of my very first loves.
|I believe John is the one to his mom's right with the gigantic tie.|
Now before I sign off, I'm going to leave you with this video of the Cowsills performing one of their hit songs from their album "The Rain, the Park, and Other Things." (It was one of my favorites--and I think it'll make you smile!)