I got my first diary at age nine. It included many an angsty entry about how I loathed to practice the piano, how Dad would only give me have half a Wagon Wheel for arvo tea today, and the scandalous moment when a girl in my class wet herself during story time leaving a puddle on the floor in the shape of - I kid you not- a koala! It's been a passion ever since...if only I'd known I could have condensed as many as 5 years of journalling into one sexy package. Grab one from Fred Flare and enjoy looking back on the ride when it's full.
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