When I was younger, as in, 11 year old, I started keeping a Journal. I would write in it daily. Sometime in the morning, sometime throughout the day and every night before bedtime. I lived for writing in my Journal. It was for me only. A wonderful book that only I could write in and read anytimte I wanted too. For years, as I got a little older and more busy in my teenage years, I stopped writing in my Journal but then started up later on in life. When I was packing my things to move from Kansas…
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Posted on January 6, 2010 at 7:52pm — 3 Comments