The Beginning pt. 1

Jun 5 9:32am

Found my old box of journals when I was cleaning out my parents’ attic. There is a lot of stuff up here from my childhood. Now at the age of 26, its odd looking back in some of these old journals my mom made me keep. Hard to believe I’m all grown up. I remember when I first started writing these at 6, I hated them. It was like doing extra chores or homework everyday. When I got to be about 12 I started to like writing in my journal everyday. It kinda made me feel as though I had a friend closer than a “best friend”. Someone I could TRULY tell anything to. Gotta finish cleaning, back when done.

11:42am


I haven’t changed much since I stopped writing these, except for my physical appearance. My favorite color is still green. I still attend church every Sunday. I still love cheeseburgers and hot wings. But sadly, the world around me has changed much. I remember everything used to be so peaceful. Now all you hear on the news are rumors of war, and threats from country to country. Truly, it is terrifying.