I ran across this little entry I wrote back in 1983:
I shared it on my Facebook page, and lots of people chimed in and left funny comments. It seemed that most people could remember what it felt like to be an angsty teen, or in my case, pre-teen.
One person left a comment that just rubbed me the wrong way. She said something to the effect of, "Ugh, I threw out all my old things from Jr. High and High School years ago to save my kids the burden of one day having to go through all that. Memories are good enough. I don't need that junk."
Wow. Thanks, Debbie Downer. I now realize that contrary to what I thought when my parents told me I couldn't go to the Police concert, they were NOT assholes. But you are.
I am so thankful I've held onto these old keepsakes. I don't have a great memory on some things, and so I am devouring this stuff as revisit my youth. I've saved diaries, tons of photos, and important letters- including so many love letters between Fermin and I. It's all taken up some space at the top of my closet that I wouldn't have used otherwise. It's not cluttering up the place or anything like that. And if I were to die tomorrow, I don't think anyone would feel burdened by these things- They can just throw out the boxes I keep everything in if they want. Not a big deal.

This may look like junk to someone else, but it's not that to me at all.
2 comments:
Having your own diary is really amazing thing to have, it always give you a glimpse what you have been doing. Good post, thanks for sharing it with us
Thankks for writing
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