Me too LDAHL!
I was silly and naive and obsessive about writing in a diary daily when I was a kid. Cause dad said “write in this every day!” So I did. For about ten years. And it was boring cause I didn’t want to do it. So I made entries like this:
May 3, 1971
School. Homework. Piano practice. Bath. Bed.
Because I hated writing it all out when everyday was the same. But I had to write in it cause dad said so.
About 20 years ago I ceremoniously burned all of my diaries in a bonfire. I was raised in a family of curators. They saved everything and shamed us if we got rid of anything. When I was 8 they decided to cut my hair. So they made two braids, and cut the braids off. Then put the braids in a shoebox with tissue paper surrounding it. Like a coffin for the braids. I kept those silly things for decades cause of the shame in not feeling the sane nostalgia that my dad felt. Finally, after moving them several times, I threw them out when I was about 40.
And wouldn’t you know it - my parents asked me about them within the next year. I think I just let them talk and never confessed that I threw them out. So much guilt!
It was so much fun to burn those diaries.