As I recall the youth of my writing journey, I can reminisce on my first diary.
My mother who gave me my diary said that it would be good to record my daily thoughts and experiences. At eleven years old, I wasn’t quite sure why that was but I did as she suggested and I found it kind of amusing. As I got busier however, with my animals, friends, and getting into mischief, my diary got snubbed and forgotten.
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Julie A. Vermette 