This week I was cleaning out a cedar chest so the leg could be repaired and found my old diaries. Page after page of cringe-inducing adolescent dorkiness from 1981 to 1990. Why do we write diaries, and why save them? In one diary from when I was 15, (pre first boyfriend), all around the margins I had written S & M. Then for the outside of the diary switched that to M/S so that people looking at it wouldn't realize what I was writing (clever, huh? Jeez- slap head). There was also a horrible sketch of a many armed eagle creature whipping a formless person who was tied to a tree. So I guess it started earlier than I remembered.