Just Another Day
Monday, 21st March, 1978 Dear diary, I was having the time of my life, by myself, on the swinging tyre that Dad made for me. Diary, you may think I am lonely, but at least I got you, one of my only loyal friends. So make sure not to expose anyone of my secrets. I hope you do not think any less of me for what I did. I regret the dreadful things I did.