journaling

To be surprised, to wonder, is to begin to understand...

 When I was eight I had a diary, a very special book with a key, that I kept hidden under my bed. All my wishes and dreams went into that little red book and I wrote in that diary with words of endearment punctuated by exclamation points, underlies and a variety of colors from by big box of colored pencils. My little diary became my best friend. I kept a diary for many years.