I’m mindlessly scrolling on my laptop one night when I remember the blog I used to write as a nine-year-old. To my surprise, it’s still live.
I spend the rest of the evening poring over my child-self’s Comic Sans screeds. Ellie, as I was known then, was plucky, opinionated and passionate about her niche interests (Beanie Babies, dog breeds); she wrote with a lack of self-consciousness I envy.