A box in the corner of my attic holds my diaries from High School.
Why? What is the point of keeping these "Books of Potential Blackmail"?
I started looking through the pages and immediately was sucked back in time. I laughed, had lots of memory vacancies (who was that boy I was losing my mind over? I devoted page after page to him and now I don't remember the situation at all! And what sweater was it that I just had to have? )... then I panicked. What if my daughters found these?!?
I wasn't a crazy girl. I was pretty tame compared to most. But still, I recorded feelings that were overwhelming at the time and experiences that were, well, in all honesty we know how out-of-control young emotions can get. The drama! Oh the drama.
Why am I keeping these? I don't think I should.
Thoughts?