I actually have several journals dating back thirty years. That takes up a lot of space in a closet! (I would have even more journals except a jealous boyfriend asked me to destroy the years between age twelve and age seventeen) It is difficult to decide what to do with the books. I seem to go back and forth trying to decide between burning the old notebooks, and making them into a CD book for my children.
When the children say something smart or funny, I write it down so that someday when I am too old to do anything except sit in a rocking chair covered with my lap-robe, I can read about my happy younger days as a mother.
