6-year-old me enters a book shop, mesmerised. Surrounded by book shelves filled with the things I love, I quickly ran up to one that interested me. It said Slam Book at the top, whatever that meant. It was filled with different questions. How interesting! You could answer the whole book filled with different questions on every page, and it could be like an encyclopaedia about you! Or so my self centered brain thought. Turns out, it's just the same questions repeated again and again, and other people are supposed to fill it, like your classmates when you're leaving school so that you can look back on the MeMoRIeS later on. My disappointment was immeasurable and my day was ruined.
Four years pass. I get an idea. Why not fill a slam book, but you answer the questions intended for each person yourself, with a regular gap in time between them, so that you can see how you change over time? Like a diary for lazy people.
I followed through. Wrote every month. But only two times. Then I forgot about it.
Three years pass. I discover it again. Hopefully I don't forget this time. I am writing it every month now, and it has been more than two times. It will be fun and nostalgic to read it in the future.
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