Journal

An old tattered Journal from my childhood. It is so old the leather has begun to crack and peel. The pages are yellowed with time, their edges wrinkled and torn. The ink has faded so as to be nearly illegible, but there are enough words for my old eyes to read, to remind me that I was once indeed a child. It was so long ago now that it has faded from memory, but here in these pages I can catch glimpses of a long lost past.