Dear diary, I’m nine years old and I don’t know any French yet, but I promise that in 10 years’ time I’ll be in Paris admiring the Eiffel Tower and eating escargot. This amuses me as I read it because I’m 19 and I’m just finding out now that I’ve wanted this since I was a little kid. I’d forgotten about the diary, came across it by accident while looking through the photo albums. I’m …
