My teacher in the 4th grade, Mrs. Curran-Perkins, loved to have us write in our journals at the end of every school day. I found this incredibly tedious, but later in life, that darn journal became precious to me. Somehow, I managed to hold on to it until I was 19, and then I gave it to a boyfriend who I thought would prize it as much as I did. (He didn’t)
Love the exploration of childhood as a crucial development stage in your life. You talk about the loss of innocence through trauma, careless adults, and rude awakenings to the world, but you don't neglect to stop and smell the roses of the beautiful moments. It's inspiring me to want to write my own book.
Love the exploration of childhood as a crucial development stage in your life. You talk about the loss of innocence through trauma, careless adults, and rude awakenings to the world, but you don't neglect to stop and smell the roses of the beautiful moments. It's inspiring me to want to write my own book.
All those lies... How did you learn to trust again. So sad and cruel reality can be. Still love listening to you read!