Saturday, April 9, 2011

Dear Diary

I had a diary for a while, when everyone else was keeping diaries, when I was around 12-ish.  It was the thing to do then.  It was customary to begin a new page with the date and the words "Dear Diary"; then you were supposed to write all your thoughts, hopes, dreams, troubles on the page.  The trouble was, I either didn't have a life or didn't have an imagination because I couldn't think of anything interesting to write.  From what I had heard, girls had all kinds of secrets in their diaries.  There were little keys to open a lock on the diary, and it was customary to keep the diary hidden under things in your sock drawer.  The worst thing that could happen would be for someone, usually a little brother, to sneak a peek at your diary.  I wonder if girls still keep diaries?  If they do, they are probably on a computer now, better guarded by a password than by a little tiny key.

 

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