As my parents gradually remodeled our house, my bedroom was in the attic and the floor was partially covered with plywood, so I stored my diaries under the floor that was under my bed. I used this diary sporadically when I was 11 until one week when I was visiting a friend and I came home to find my dad had finished the whole floor and my diaries were now sealed in the middle of the upstairs floor! I grew up, went to college, got married and had babies, during which time my parents sold the house. About 20 years later, the homeowners remodeled and when they tore out the living room ceiling what should come tumbling down, but my diaries! Since my parents only moved across the street the diaries were returned to them and then to me. They were a hoot to read... there is nothing more dramatic than the life and secrets of a 12-year-old girl!
