Ten years ago I was in New York City on a trip. I used to go to New York City about once or twice a year back then. And if there was a flying saucer invasion I don't remember it. I've been keeping a diary since 1979. That's when I was living in Japan as a foreign exchange student. My Japanese teachers asked to do it to improve my Japanese. My entries were very short, but after a year of doing it I got into the practice and have pretty much kept one ever since.
My siblings think I have a skewed version of what happened during our childhood. That might be, I tell them, but I'm the only one keeping a written record. So I guess after we're all dead it will become the official history.
