When I was a child, I became obsessed with the idea of leaving behind a piece of my life after my death. I thought seriously about time capsules, taking ample amounts of photographs, and recording the major events of life while I was alive from my own perspective.
Too many trips to the library and a newfound love of pushing my nose into the insides of the “Dear America” books had made me believe that I could be like one of the lead fictional characters of those books who detailed incredible events that occurred throughout the course of history from their own viewpoint. And it was at the age of eleven that I had begun writing in a diary.
One of the first events that I recorded in my diary after receiving the blank wide-ruled diary with an obnoxiously bright blue fuzzy cover came just after the two World Trade Center Towers were struck by planes in a terrorist attack. I felt, in that moment of jotting down my thoughts and feels on 9/11, that my decision to keep a diary like the fictional children in the book series that I had come to love was the right choice. How else was I going to look back on the important times in my life?
Then came the birth of social networking and blogging. Continue reading “The Digital Footprint You Leave Behind”