I have at various times in my life. The earliest was in my teens. It was a 'Big Chief' Pencil tablet (you kiddies who grew up in the USA of the 1960s and 1970s -- and before, will remember these). I would sit in the basement of our house and write about my dreams and wishes -- wanting to buy a new dress -- that I wore panties to school on gym day -- having my eye on a new bra etc etc. Well when my mum found it, the manure really hit the propeller! As was usual, I was made to burn it, after getting slapped around a bit.
Then 20 years later I became writing in a journal book. I had it up to two volumes. It was to be autobiographical and each page was a "then" recollection and a "now" reflection. There was a lot of sadness in those books.
I wrote them in fountain pen. When my apartment got flooded the books got destroyed and the ink all washed away. It was rather symbolic though as it was at the time my wife and I were planning our wedding -- and her acceptance washes away all that hurt
Huggles
Toni-Lynn
