During another era, in a different century, I got to meet my idol. I was nineteen years old. For a long time now, I’ve wanted to write a story about it but wasn’t sure I had enough material.
I wrote a diary when I was younger (now I’m young, then I was younger), and figured I must’ve written about it in there.
I dug through the drawer where I keep my teenage journals and yanked out a couple to sift through. I found the story I was looking for in the diary shown below. You can see it was very important to me that this be kept secret under that “unbreakable” lock.
Let me just say that the way I wrote in my diary back then read more like a nine-year old, let alone a nineteen year old. Despite the bad writing, I found the account more detailed than I imagined, showing not only the exciting account, but my immaturity and low self-esteem.
I used the good material to write a 3,400-word story. I plan to share it in a series here on my blog. If you’re at all familiar with my work, you’ll know that I like to tie-in something learned about life and leave readers with a sense of hope. Or, perhaps give the reader a smile or a chuckle.
You can start reading this free memoir read here, titled Mystical Tours.
You can also check out more of my work, here.