A Peek at My Diary
When I was ten (back in 1973), my family went to live in the Netherlands for a year. As a good-bye gift, my 5th grade class gave me a diary. I was fond of it immediately – it was so lovely, and though it was small it had a nice heft. This became the first of dozens of diaries and journals that I’ve kept over the years.
What did I write about? The usual things. Making a birthday present for my mom, building a “hut” out of fallen branches in the backyard, friends. Here is a page about a shopping trip with my father to buy marbles, a favorite game among Dutch children.
I shared my room with my sister, and I had two younger brothers who always seemed to be everyplace, and so privacy and quiet often seemed hard to find. But the time I spent with my diary always felt private and special.