tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948441046758510841.post8328454395661110473..comments2024-03-26T16:35:12.143-04:00Comments on By the Sycamore Tree: Here Comes the Sunthesycamoretreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15182019323050600440noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948441046758510841.post-48428170184051138692014-04-07T08:19:42.861-04:002014-04-07T08:19:42.861-04:00Wow, ten years old?! I definitely wouldn't tel...Wow, ten years old?! I definitely wouldn't tell all, unless it was to a priest or therapist (someone required to keep the information confidential, lol).thesycamoretreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15182019323050600440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4948441046758510841.post-10384063648805302052014-04-07T08:03:52.850-04:002014-04-07T08:03:52.850-04:00I find it difficult to to leave my cups behind too...I find it difficult to to leave my cups behind too. I think we are also defined by our pains as much as by our successes. I've kept my diaries from the time when I was ten years old. I've shredded only the parts which I definitely don't want my kids to 'read. A woman is entitled to a few secrets isn't she? :DEllenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02617686222764658629noreply@blogger.com