So yeah, I burned my diaries. I started keeping a diary when I was 14. I continued to write my emotions and experiences in these books until I was 24. I put my diaries in a box when I moved away from home and carted my history with me. I shuffled this box with me to my first apartment, to my first home with my fiance, to my first home with my fiance-turned-husband. Some days, while rummaging through the attic to find gift wrap or suitcases, I would rediscover this box of my history and start reading. I always felt embarrassed and a bit sick to my stomach. As the years went by, and my children were getting older, a panic would go through me, what if my daughters found my diaries?!?! I thought of getting rid of them, but would let it slide, knowing they were well hidden. A member of the family passed away over a year ago and we needed to go through her things to find documentation regarding ownership of items,etc. While looking at cards that had been kept and special photos