This is why I write. I hope that one day, my children, and maybe one day (no time soon) grand-children, will see my growth, maybe even see a bit of themselves in me, and know who I truly was and am. I am very saddened by the fact that my first husband destroyed all of my childhood/teenage years journals in a fit of rage when I left him. 20 years of writing, gone. I have everything from age 27 until now (40), so that will have to be enough.
Thank you for sharing.