My Eight-Year-Old Travel Diary
Silver holograms cascade into circular patterns. The swirls catch the light and project rainbows over the covers of my childhood travel diary. It’s slightly dog-eared after more than twenty years of following me between houses, cities and countries. Recently, I’ve pulled out my diary and discovered some intriguing eight-year-old thoughts. The diary spanned the length of one family trip from the North Island of New Zealand to the South Island. I carefully used a different colour of ink on each page with the help of my trusty Wiggle Writer pen.
In the last decade I have put my studies behind me and focused on my career. Now I’ve got more time for writing. When I told Mum I was attending travel writing courses and creating a travel blog she was a little nonplussed. I was quite shocked that she found my behaviour so predictable. It was when I re-discovered my travel diary from childhood during spring cleaning that the penny started to drop. I found evidence that from as early as eight years old, I was able to combine two passions: travel and writing. Mum knew all along.
I was going through a “Dear Travel Diary” phase where I always ended with “but that’s another story.” It’s a bit of a clichéd ending but a solid effort for my younger self. The things I wrote about in the diary weren’t surprising. A highlight was visiting Dunedin’s Cadbury Chocolate Factory. I’ve always had a sweet-tooth. Here’s an excerpt from the diary:
“Tuesday we went to the Chocolate Factory and got two baby Easter eggs and a mini crunchie bar, but that was only us kids. We got to press a button and a little chocolate land came to life. When Dad came out <of the factory tour> he was holding a bag with some chocolates in and some were for Christmas but that’s another story.”
Finding this diary reminded me that I’ve been on this journey for longer than I can remember and my Mum continues to support me. But that’s another story.