A long time ago

This post inspired by V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #36: Wild Card

…Go back over the last week’s worth of posts or so, and notice any words or phrases that repeat themselves. I’m talking adjectives, or verbs, maybe nouns.

 

diary

Long ago at the age of 9, I received
…a small red diary with a key.

I was one among many children
Armed with a powerful place,
To preserve what happened…
in the illusion of privacy.
Safely locked up tight with a tiny key
Hung on a tiny ribbon.
So long ago

And so it began.
This writing life.
For me and many others
A lifetime ago.

Pouring out our secrets. The ups and downs.
Today I went to school…After school I played outside...I collected bees in a jar…I poked holes in the lidI did my homework…it was hard.

Scrawled sentences tucked in at day’s end…I got in troubleI cleaned up the playroom…Nobody loves me…It is boiling hot out.
or
Today was an exciting day…we had hamburgers…went to the Dairy Queen.

I watched: The Addams Family…Valentine’s Day and Gomer Pyle.

Important pages to a young writer
Who never imagined
They’d be such a treasure
Many years later
When the age of 9 would be…

Such a long time ago

 

10 thoughts on “A long time ago

  1. I too had such a diary. For some reason I was afraid to write in it for fear that someone would see what I wrote… Today I write daily…sometimes I still fear who might be privy to my thoughts. Yet here I am writing with abandon for all to see.

    I love all your childhood diary posts, the innocence of little girls at this age of 8 or 9. I adore your avatar, little sweet girl looking out at the world.

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