― While home last week my dad asked if I could go through a few boxes from my old room to see what I wanted to keep. Being the sentimental gal I am, I happily obliged. We all gathered in the living room after dinner and lifted the lid off the first box to find... ∙ Photos, scrapbooks, poetry (who knew I was a poet!?) and my precious childhood diaries. ∙ We cracked the first one open and I began to read aloud. Oh my. It was...hilarious. We couldn't stop laughing. ∙ My diaries [...].