Personal Writing: The Day Of Surprise

Personal writing: the day of surprise "It's so cool!" I shouted. In my hand, a Valentine's Day card is folded on a spaceship. My father and I were looking for future holiday cards in the Hallmark card store. "If I get a card now, I will not be surprised in the future," my father logically said. "But it is very beautiful and it looks folded into a spaceship." "I will help you but ... your mother will be surprised when you open the card ..." "Dad," We Please answer before the counter you went through.

That year, my biology failed (surprise, surprise), but my English literature paper was sacred. Boss, I began to keep a diary. That's the way I write every day. One day in that journal, "One day, people read a story I wrote, there is one day" I wrote. (This is the only time I generally know the content of my magazine, "One Moment" is my longstanding dream. One day I will see my name someday, I will bring this dream with me I sent it to the university and pushed it into college.I continued writing as I was pulling it One day I was shaking on the sand of marina beach.I was in the younger sister's room two people I wrote a brief story of a child Ten years after Tinkle sent me a letter he rejected, I reply to this simple story to the latter half of that year, Tingle talks about a special version of a child's day I announced my story.

Recently I saw a revival of the long form diary style that was happening in my personal email newsletter. At first, people were pleased to fill their overcrowded inbox with more e-mails, but like many esoteric letters of the bill, many of us have written and read people. Necessity of life, memory, dreams I do not have an online diary in the future, but I have a newsletter. I have only sent 10 issues, but it has not been updated since October. Even if I have been around for 20 years, I can not yet write my own in general, but whatever the new form, I would like to know me somewhere.