My first diary… a gift on my 6th birthday on April 13, 1968 in Grums, Sweden.
I remember feeling so secretive when I sketched and wrote in the pages.
On October 31, 1968, we moved to Canada.
I always marked my own work.
“Rotten day for the girl today. Lucky lucky girl’s day. ho ho hi hi ha ha”
This little book was the start of finding solace in pages of my diaries. A place where I could and can just be me. Where I could and can record life obsessively.
52 years later…
How special to still have this legacy of the creating of YOU. xo