I have always been the type of person that likes to keep a written record of events in my life. I was 9 years old when I purchased and began writing my first diary. Would carry my little keys with me on a chain at all times so no one would decide to read it apart from the fact that I would hide my diary in different locations.
I faithfully wrote a daily entry until I was sixteen. Only reason I quit was because it was now too dangerous to have someone get a hold of my written journal and read my thoughts and feelings. Not that there was anything out of the ordinary that was going on in my life. However, I don’t think parents want to read about what their 16-year-old teenagers are up to and I was not going to give them the opportunity either.
When I became an adult I took up writing a journal again but only of special events in my life. When Wal-Mart had their back to school specials, I would purchase a box of spiral notebooks which back then sold for a nickel each. When computers became commonplace I started writing on those. I still have those huge black floppies along with disks that you would need an old computer with the accompanying old software to read. Glad I never got rid of my Wal-mart spiral notebooks.
Computers can crash, be lost or stolen. Spiral notebooks can end up in unopened boxes in the attic, storage spaces or burn in a fire. That is the main reason why I decided to start a blog. Another reason being that I now suffer from C.R.S. (Can’t Remember S#*t) syndrome and wherever I am in the world or in the great State of Texas I can easy access the data from any computer. Provided that Blogger does not go under then I can pretty much be assured that I will have a cyber record of my life until I die or decide to quit writing.
My journal writing is a running joke in Terlingua. My friends will say “ Oh no, she is going to write it in her journal”. Thank heavens for my written records or I would not remember half of what has gone on in the past sixteen Cook-off’s.
