Diaries

Diaries.
I have around 10 of them.
I've only actually finished two.
My first diary and my main middle school one.
My first diary is special.
It was given to me by my aunt.
That is not the special part.
I don't like that aunt.
At all.
She gave it to me on my 8 birthday.
December 2, 1998.
I had to look that up.
It's been with me for so long.
I kind of forgot.
My first diary entry:
"Hoy la pase bien en mi cumpleaños. chao."
It's fun looking back when I was younger.
It feels so weird.
My first diary is the most special.
I love it.
It has a beautiful scent.
Even after 11 years.
It even has my first entry in english.
Junio 27, 2000.
Four days after I moved to the US.
"Dear God theykie for this house and of the car
Theykie from my father and my mother my brother.
Theykie for all the things that you give for me"
It also has my first entry in non cursive.
I didn't know how to write block letters.
They were all capitals.
I don't write in my diaries every day.
Sometimes months go by.
Sometimes years.
I enjoy it.
I've lost many diaries.
That's why I have around 10.
If I can't find it, I get another one.
It might be lame.
It might be dumb.
But I think it's nice.
My ramblings are always interesting.
To say the least.
I don't know if I'm going to keep them when I grow older.
I hope I do.
Its like my very own postsecret.