My name’s Zara. I thought about writing my teenage life at 39 so here it is now 2 years later. Enjoy.
13th August 1964
It was my 13th birthday. I got BMX bike and books. Then in the middle of the noise of wrapping paper crinkling saw a friend of mine (more like dream love!). He knocked on the door of our house with a massive parcel in his hands. I let him in and he gave me the parcel. I ripped it open and there was the worst present ever... (to be continued next week)