Anecdote

As far as my memory goes, I find it difficult to remember things before a certain age and the older I get the more I seem to have trouble remembering. I do remember though my time spent practicing my writing. My brother and I had those notebooks of paper that were lined with the giant spaces so as to correctly draw our letters, making sure they met the halfway point. I remember following the same style of paper in Germany in second grade, using big colored crayons to write and trace. This is the earliest I know of concerning my writing habits, with my experiences becoming more detailed the older I got. I had a Harry Potter writing journal that I received for Christmas one year that I wrote all of my 'secrets' and thoughts in. It had a red fuzzy cover that I decorated with gold paint and pastic gemstones and a lock with a key to keep my nosy brother out, despite me hiding it under my bed so no one could find it. Ingenious I know. The best part of all was that when you opened it, it let out a loud scream for about thirty seconds letting you know when it was opened, just like a book from the Harry Potter series. I wrote all of my secrets here thinking them msot important, what I wanted/got for Christmas, who was cute at school, the dreams I was having. It wasn't important to me that my writing be good or neat, but that I was doing it by myself and protecting my most prized thoughts.