My diary (early 1970s)

I remember getting my first diary. Have no idea how old I was. It was one of those little ones with a strap that kept it closed and a little key, so that your super-secret thoughts could be kept safe from prying eyes. I remember being very excited about it, but I was never good at writing regularly. Athough I still keep a journal, the entries are extremely sporadic. Unfortunately, I only tend to write when things are not going so great, especially love-wise, so it doesn't make for terribly interesting reading. The poetry phase is especially frightening.

The author Megal McCafferty faithfully kept a diary, and she's retro-blogging it. It's great fun to read.