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I remember when I was in fourth grade, I used to keep a journal of what I did each day and how I felt about certain things. It wasn't anything special and I got tired of writing it after a few years, but it left with me something concrete that I could use to reminisce about my own past. No matter how subjective the entries may have been, they would be enough to substantiate my history - the fact that I did exist and that I did go through such moments.
Well, I tried to find those journals from my elementary school years, but they're long gone and unable to be found. It makes me sad to have lost them because I remember sitting at my desk each night under my desklamp, writing the 'Dear Journal' on top and neatly recounting the events of my day. I'm sure if I had read some entries now, I'd laugh at how corny I was back then or how unskillfully I wrote, but to have lost such precious memories is somewhat devastating. I'm not going to sit in front of my computer each night and write journal entries. I don't have the patience for it anymore. What I do have are spurts of creativity or pensive moods and I hope to capture them on this site. I still have a long way to go in order to become a decent writer, and maybe if I put my reflections on paper, my ability to write will grow. // peter kang // 12.28.00 |
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