That started me thinking about my own writing. I started keeping a diary, as many young girls do, about age 9. A few years ago, in an attempt to find something interesting to write about for a children's magazine, I re-read the diary and nearly died of boredom. Seriously, it was so blah! Here's a sample of the 10 year old female mind (be very afraid):
"Wed. Nov. 18, 1980
As I told you about Jason there's something else I want to tell you, well once when I was walking to my reading class Jason was getting a drink at the water fountain, and when I looked at him he looked like he was looking at me.
Riveting stuff I know. But you know what, my grandchildren won't care. They will likely read about my petty jealousies, who I got to have sleep overs with, what my mom did to make me mad, and LOVE it. If one of my children can manage to produce a family history lover that is!
I had started journalling again (that's what adults call it apparently) a few years ago and quit because I felt that I just wasn't that profound, I wasn't solving any problems - what was the point? Well, Holly's mundane, everyday diary has inspired me to take up the pen again and write whatever comes to mind. I think my grandkids might even find my grocery list interesting.