When you amass 95 journals, you invariably get asked the question -- do you ever reread them?
- Yes. And most recently, I found myself reaching far back into my hefty archives, to the days when I first started keeping a diary.
New York, NY
October 28th, 1981 (age 7)
I hate my friends…except for Brian. I love him. He’s cute, sexy and adorable.
One day I will marry him.
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November 12th, 1981
I fell in love with Brian one week ago. He loved me then, but he doesn’t now.
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November 21st, 1981
Dear Diary,Mom and Dad are coming home today and I’m in big trouble because I’ve been fresh with my grandparents.
Plus, my boyfriend has been loving me on and off.
P.S. My life is all wrong.
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Though I have no recollection whatsoever of Brian, I must admit revisiting my marital thoughts about him made me smile. At the tender age of 7, I unknowingly got quite a preview of the bumps in the road that go along with school crushes and other forms of romance. All of these years later, I’m still learning when it comes to love.
Coming up…an enlightening evening with the experts of SingleEdition.com and a belated girls night out.