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Remembering the Years of My Life

What a journey through my journal taught me

Photo of author as a child: A young Black girl wearing a black leotard and white tutu with pink and teal embellishments stands in front of a bookshelf.
Once upon a time, I wanted to be a ballerina. Here I am at a friend’s Halloween party.

I always find it interesting to read through old journal entries. My current diary is almost full, but its remaining blank pages have been waning slowly. From start to finish, it is an inconsistent timeline. The lapses between entries vary greatly — sometimes just hours, sometimes months…




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