During my teen years, I was an avid diary writer and wrote almost everyday, documenting my feelings. It has been six years since I last wrote in a diary so after reading Anne Frank's book, I suddenly felt inspired.
Anyway, The Diary Of A Young Girl was such an inspiring book. It's about Anne Frank, a Jewish girl living in Holland during the Nazi occupation time. After her sister, Margot received a call up notice to report to a work camp, her family flew into hiding. After hiding for about two years (1942-1944), the Gestapo found the family and sent them to different concentration camps. Sadly, Anne Frank died of typhus.
I marveled at Anne Frank's words, so innocent yet so complex. Having the chance to dive in this wonderful teenager's mind was a truly humbling experience. So, after I finished reading the book, I quickly raked through my cupboard and found my old diary, written from the year 2005 - 2006.
Well, my diary was nothing like Anne Frank (though it had some similar features - her diary cover was checkered red and mine was checkered pink) as it was clearly written by a very hormonal teenage Aleza.
When adult Aleza read teenage Aleza's diary, adult Aleza felt very, very icky. I could not help but laugh and skipped so many pages because I could not bear reading hormonal Aleza's thoughts and feelings. Like I said, very, very icky.
Here's Anne Frank:
Image taken from www.annefrank.org