It's a tad frilly, but I like it.
While working on a project of mine, I started searching through the many bookshelves in our house looking for something I wrote when I was about 10 years old. Several posts ago, I showed all the journals I've kept since 1994. The stack was quite large.
Today, as I was searching for a particular piece I wrote so very long ago, I re-discovered several notebooks, folders, and three ring binders that had more of my writings. Let me say I was meant to be a writer. I'm not saying I'm a good one, just that I was born to write. I couldn't believe the entire books I was pulling out that I wrote when I was 8 years old. Several full length plays written before the age of 12. Journal entries. A lot of poetry (but the poetry was for school projects. I am not a poet) and a whole lot of short stories.
It's kind of crazy. I really need to put all these loose folders and binders together into one place. It's my life in bits and pieces.