Dear diary...

When I was eight years old, my sister Maxine bought me a diary. Twenty-three years and many diaries later, I still enjoy writing down my thoughts and documenting life events regularly (although not usually on a daily basis). I’ve always found in quite therapeutic to write down my thoughts about things, particularly when I’ve had a very stressful day, or something exciting has happened. I found my old diaries from ages eight to seventeen in one of the boxes – I’ve had a quick flick through and some of the entries made me smile, bringing back lots of memories – some half-forgotten.