Boys shouldn't own a pink notebook, let alone a pink diary.
That thought boomed in my head when mini-me showed my mother what I wanted her to buy. Small. Hardbound. Cute (with a padlock and a pair of keys). And more expensive than the regular notebook. She gave one look at me, whether it was disgust or amusement I could no longer remember. The next thing I knew we were headed home with my very first diary.Read More