Living the Dream
•
Friday, March 21, 2008
-
When did I begin to write?
“Happy Birthday, Debbie!” my mother says to me. She holds out her hands and places a small simply wrapped package into my eager hands. My eyes grow wide and my mouth drops open.
“Thank you,” I say, taking the present. I look at it in anticipation, raise my chin to meet my mother’s smiling brown eyes, and race into her arms. “Thank you,” I say again almost in a whisper as I hug her around her slim waist. I know what it is as I rip the curly, narrow, yellow ribbon from the rectangular shape. Ever so carefully, I begin to separate the scotch tape from the paper. I know I’m delaying the inevitable. I peek inside the wrapping paper, which hides a gold and burgundy box. Placing the box on the Formica kitchen table, I lift the lid revealing my first diary. The little gold key dangles from a string that is attached to the lock. My mother stands next to me with her arm around my shoulders.
“I think I got the right one.”
“It’s perfect,” I say, holding the book in my small hands. “It’s just what I wanted.”
I rush to my room at the end of the hall and slip into my wooden chair next to my desk. I open my diary to today – “July 18, 1960” – and begin to write.
“Dear Diary,” I begin. “Today is my birthday and you are my present from my mom. I promise to write everyday to tell you what I am doing.”
|
Post A Comment! :: Send to a Friend!
|
Share and enjoy
|
|
|
About Me
LIVING THE DREAM! This is my life, a dream world filled with adventures, treasures, reflections, laughter, and tears. Welcome to my world. Stay a while and visit. I'm sure you won't be disappointed. |
|
