I was doing a little spring cleaning the other day and I came
across my "keep-sake box". I have had this box since I was 13
years old. It gets bigger and bigger as the years pass.
It started out as a shoebox and now it is a big, plastic bin.
I keep everything that I hold sacred in this box, such as...my
high school diploma, certificates earned, old pictures,old love
letters, my children's portraits and accomplishments, and old
I am so glad I have this box. There is nothing funnier than going
through old love letters and diaries from when you were a
Although, I must say, re-reading my diaries has only
strengthened my belief that every parent should secretly read
their child's diary. Well, maybe not every parent but definitely
those whose children exhibit suspicious behavior.
Which I am sure I did, although I don't think my mother ever
read my diary or I am sure there would have been some sort of
intervention. Ha ha ha!
I found some poems I wrote and I decided to share them with
you. Some poetry I cannot bear to share because it is so
embarrassingly ♫ H I L A R I O U S ♫
They're so ridiculous that I had a hard time reading them
myself. I remember letting my friends read them and I
remember thinking that they were good.
I would rip them up and throw them away but where's the fun