Well now I just feel inadequate...
... because I don't have a "discovering sordid sexual secrets, rampant drug abuse or dark family secrets" story to share.

But I do have a "my diary got read" story to share, despite obvious crapness.

The Backstory

When I was about 8, the final nail in the "does Santa exist" coffin was when I discovered all the Christmas presents that I and my brothers would be getting that year, in my mum and dad's room. To my credit, I hadn't been snooping (at least not the first time). We had just moved in to a new house, and I was showing a family friend all the rooms, in the over excited way only a child can. I opened the door to the en suite bathroom (there's posh) and noticed the huge pile of brightly coloured things piled up in the shower.

I asked "what are they?" and my parents with unseemly haste slammed the door shut and told me to forget it. Naturally, my curiosity was piqued, so it wasn't really snooping when I went back, despite having to pick the lock to get in...

So how does this relate to the QOTW? Well, my mum and dad quickly found out about this. I had always assumed I had made a mess, moved things around, or something similar to give the game away.

Oh no, years later when talking to my parents about this (and laughing about it) my mum revealed that she found out because I was stupid enough to write an entire diary entry about my discoveries.

I was shocked. "Why were you reading my diary!!!"

To which my mum's comeback was "Well you were the little genius who left it lying on your desk when you were at school, open at the page about the presents in bright red pen!"

Criminal mastermind? Not so much...

I should be glad it was my diary at the age of 8, rather than my diary from my mid-teens...
(lawofnations, Sun 4 Feb 2007, 12:30, Reply)