For whoever is writing MG do read this. As adults we seem to forget what it was like when we were twelve-years-old. I didn’t keep a diary, God forbid if someone may have found it. The growing up, the hormones, a new school. Just read this post.
As a child, I spent my summer holidays by the swamp catching tadpoles and other creepy critters or running after wild animals. I wanted to become a veterinarian when I grew up. But destiny turned my life around - I moved to Italy, where I obtained my BS in Environmental Sciences and Territorial Management. When not working in our family-run business, I write, read, play with clay, doodle, and go on scavenger hunts in the woods, followed by my six cats. View all posts by eleanorannpeterson