Saturday 26th March 1977
Mum has started reading a book called ‘The Shining’ by Stephen King. She likes a good horror story. I sneaked a look and she tells me off for reading 2000AD being too violent! King is one sick writer.
It struck me today that I wish I’d started writing a diary earlier. I feel like I’ve just woken up and know that I am living now. I can’t remember much of what life was like before the age of 8, except for episodes of the Tomorrow People. Random memories but nothing more than that. I do not even remember going through a glass door and cutting my lip but Dad says it did happen. I survived and still have my good looks. I have the scar but you do not really notice it.
I guess it is because I know about death. I have started thinking about death a lot. It scares me. It makes my stomach churn inside out. That this will all come to an end. It seems so far in the future. At least another 70 years away. 2047 probably. I wonder what they will call 2000AD then?
I might keep this dairy on beyond Easter. Mr Jones will be happy. It will give him pleasure to come up with some other writing task to torture me with.