31st of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

A beautiful meadow, warm, sunny weather in France. The man of my dreams is walking right beside me. I look up at him, and he gives me a sly smile. He takes my hand, and leads me to the meadow. He lays me down in the knee-high grass and he tickles my nose with a strand. I feel like I belong there. Fate seemed to interfere, and signalled us to that meadow. We lay there with the sun on our skin, ladybugs flying around us and a light breeze that encourages the grass strands to tickle our arms and legs.

He kisses me, tender at first, but more fierce and urgent along the way. I feel his strong hands and arms caressing my body, filling it with little sparks of electricity, exploring like it was the first time he really felt me. He makes me feel special and safe and I love him. He slides on top of me, shielding my eyes from the sun. When he is inside me, my head is filled with an enriching buzz and my body feels like it is about to ache with the urge to be close to him. It feels like we are creating one big treasure chest full of love and care. The location, the purity of the moment and the longing to be together make it such a wonderful experience.

We cuddle close together afterwards, with the afterglow still on our skins. There is no need to use words, all is good. The whole way back is like walking on little fluffy clouds of joy. And it will take a long time before I stand with both feet back on solid ground.... <3

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks were about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! This week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series!

Lots of love,
Ginny.

30th of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

Ever since I can remember (and that is since I was 2 years old) I have trouble understanding the world around me. People are loud and confusing. I still don't understand why people smile or cry, and what that means. I really don't see smiling as a sign of being happy. I am quiet when I'm happy.

I really like reading and watching documentaries about boats, as long as they are not animated. I like real boats. I want to work on a boat, I want to be in the marine. I have to learn a lot about people, and what they want from me. A few years back some smart-looking people (who are not smart at all, most of the time) told me I had autism. I don't know why they want to label me. I AM ME. But it seems to make a big difference, at least that is what my parents tell me. 

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

29th of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

Today is Alice's turn for a story :)

We had been together for 3 years. I didn't feel safe in this relationship, but I didn't realize I had to leave him to make my life better. He really wanted a child. I didn't particularly not want a kid, but I had my doubts whether I wanted a child with him. I was afraid we wouldn't last, and I didn't want my child to grow up without a father close to him. He kept talking about it, pushing me around. He said that he had sacrificed so many things to be with me, and he accused me of not doing the same for him. Finally I agreed to start trying. After 2 or 3 tries I felt my body changing, and yes, I was pregnant. He didn't really support me during the pregnancy, but I didn't really care. I wanted to do this on my own anyway. My baby boy Noah is born in September. In November he walked up to me and Noah, and he said: I don't love you anymore, so I'm leaving the two of you here. No discussion, nothing to talk about, it just ended. And now I have a beautiful baby, but I still can't really love him. He reminds me so much of his father, and he reminds me of how little freedom I have left now on my own, with such a small little boy by my side. I'm really angry with my ex, but I'm really glad that he's gone now. We can finally build a new life in peace.

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

28th of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

He smiled, and I looked back at him, probably with a goofy smile on my face. I had never seen him before, but now that I see him, I can't imagine ever seeing anything else anymore. His lovely smile, his dark chocolate coloured eyes, his curly hair. A few weeks later, he asked me to dance with him on a party. I will never forget how he set all my senses on fire. His smell, his tender touch, his moves, and his amazing dancing abilities. Afterwards he asked me if he could take me to his home. I agreed.

A while later we were together in his bed, snuggling up to each other. He whispered in my ear: 'You know, you and me, it will never work. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't be doing this, right'. At first I was a little hurt, because I didn't know why he said it. Then I thought: well, I like this. We'll see what happens next. It was a wonderful night, he really knew what he was doing and he treated me with great care. In the morning he was gone with nothing more than a kiss on my forehead. He seemed elusive. I decided I didn't care that much, I didn't want a relationship anyway. We met almost weekly after that night, and I couldn't keep my feelings under control. Being with him was so wonderful. His presence invading my mind and kicking all logic out of it. I fell head over heels for him, his remark about us still in the back of my mind.

This went on for another half year, and then I had finally picked up enough courage to say him how I felt. I didn't care anymore about what he had said, we fit together and we could make it work. I couldn't think of any reason why we couldn't be... He called me, and asked me to meet him at his place. I dressed up nice, and I rushed over there, hoping there would be a chance for me to tell him that I loved him. He hugged me when I came in, and sat me down on the sofa with a mug of hot tea. He started: ' You know that I told you we could never work, right? I realize now that I haven't been all too clear on that. I am not made for a monogamous relationship, it scares me too much. I always have a few women around me. You are one of the three I'm seeing now. I really, really like you, but it would be doomed to fail if I told you we could be together in a normal relationship. I get that you are upset. Would you please consider continuing the relationship like we have now?' I looked at him, still not able to resist his seductive look. ' Of course', I stammered.

And since that moment, several years ago, I never dared to open up a conversation about how I feel.  It won't make a difference, he will never be able to give me what I really want. What we have now is good enough, but I still hope for more every time I see him leave the bed. 

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

27th of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

Most people really like to have dinner with friends and family. They always say stuff like: 'let's have a cup of coffee', ' let's have a bagel', or ' let's eat out tonight'. I would never suggest something like that. Why, you ask? Well, because I don't want to eat. If I could, I would never touch another piece of food in my life. It disgusts me. I'm probably Darwin's nightmare, because these feelings are evolutionary idiotic. I had enough biology classes to know that I need food, that I need the proteins and the amino acids to maintain my body. I know that I will die if I don't eat, that my body will starve itself and that it can really hurt and make me sick. I don't want to die, but I don't really want to live either. I don't even have the feeling I am alive. Everything feels so numb and pointless.

Now that I'm living on my own, I almost never cook. I don't take the time, I don't get the point. I only cook when I have friends or family over, because they think it is normal. I think that I eat no more than 500 calories each day, but I make sure that it is nutritious and healthy for me. I will make a promise to all of you now: I will never starve myself to death, please don't judge me for eating as little as possible...

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

26th of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

I was walking in a bar, just having a drink with a few of my friends. A girl, she smiled at me. And oh my, she looked so gorgeous, so eager to meet me. A split-second I thought about Lidy, who was sitting at home, waiting for me to crawl into bed with her. I shook it off: 'I'm just meeting people'. She was really sweet to me, starting from the 'Hi, I'm Sophia' all the way till I entered her home. Let me fast-forward to that moment.

She walked me to the living room, wiggling her perfectly round ass in her short, dark blue skirt. She sat on the sofa, beckoning me to sit next to her. Lidy crossed my mind, probably sound asleep by now, wondering why I took so long. I really loved her then, and I really still do now. It just seemed like my hormone system was taking over. I wanted to hold Sophie, I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to hear her pleasure. I wanted to feel her mouth on my body, her nails on my chest, the strands of her hair on my face. She leant over and kissed me full on. I stuttered: 'but I have a girlfriend'. She shushed me, and kissed me fiercer this time. She ran her hand on my leg, further up every kiss she planted on my lips. You can imagine the rest...

The sex was eager, vicious even. I'd never experienced anything like it. It was easy, thrilling, I felt alive. I collected my clothes, and Sophie went into the bathroom to freshen up. A while later I stood before her naked body, fully clothed. The tension was gone, her eagerness was stilled, and we were clumsy around each other. What had gone on in my mind? Was this really worth it? I decided it wasn't, I said my goodbyes and got the *&%^ out of there.

Finally home, I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with my girl, snuggling up to her. She was still awake, sitting in bed. She didn't say a word, not even when I sat next to her. It seemed like she had a feeling that something was off. I couldn't not tell her, I had to explain. But what was there to explain? I started out with saying that I loved her, and that I wanted to spend my life with her. I told her that I made a mistake, that I didn't know how and why it happened, that it didn't have anything to do with her, that she was perfect for me. I could see a single tear walking its way across her face. She made no movement, no sound. Just silence. Then, finally, she said: 'Get out of this house. I really don't want to see you now.' I grabbed some clothes and went to a friend's. It's been two weeks now, and I'm still waiting for a sign from her. I really hope she will forgive me, for I didn't want to hurt her, and I'm even sure now that I want to spend my life with her. I love her so much, being away from her hurts so bad. But all I can do now is wait, and hope, and wait.

- Peter. 

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

25th of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

Fifteen years ago. A party. A couple of friends. 'Ah, just try one, it won't hurt, I promise you, you will feel so much better'.

Had I known then what I know now, I would never, never ever have listened to them. But hey, I was young, I was in high school, I was popular.. I just did. I took a sip, and I never stopped drinking again. I felt relieved, I felt like I could deal with everything the world threw at me. I do not exaggerate this. From that moment onwards there was not a single day where I didn't have at least a sip of alcohol. I didn't even care if it was whiskey, wine or beer. I just needed the taste.

And, as it always goes, the effects fade away, and you need more and more alcohol to be satisfied. When I started college, i was drunk more often than not. Now that I live on my own, without a sensible man of course, I realize that it is not healthy and that I even don't like the taste of alcohol anymore.

I tried to stop, I really did. I can't. I don't even seem to get through the day without a drink. I decide to quit in the mornings, but when I get home from work or grocery shopping, I can't resist pouring myself a glass (or on a bad day: drinking straight from any bottle I can find).

I hope one day I will be brave enough, and strong enough to resist the temptations. I hope to have a future ahead without fighting myself, without the craving. One day soon....

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

24th of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

When I see the world around me, I really get scared. There is so much going on, so much to keep an eye on, so much to worry about. As a child, I didn't really care, but when I hit puberty my mind was so overwhelmed with everything that it decided that I needed to exert more control. I started worrying about almost everything: do I wear clean shoes, did I switch off the lights in my room, did I have a smile when my parents left the house in the morning (because I thought that otherwise I gave them a bigger chance to have an accident). I thought I was really good in hiding all those extra tasks, and I managed a few years before anyone noticed enough to ask me about it (my principal was the first one to ask me). At that moment I was unable to explain why I did those things, I could only say that I thought it was necessary.

Many, many years later I got more and more of a grasp of what was going on. That, combined with me moving in with my best friend Jessie, made me realize that it was not helping anyone in any way, and that I could better invest my time in living life to the fullest. That's what I would like to teach your readers: just live!

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

23rd of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

Today is a story about Adam. 

Normally I'm a very easygoing, relaxed guy. But sometimes, when I get the impression that people are not listening to me, or not understanding me, I can get really angry. I have smashed the window out a door, I threw flower pots down the stairs, I've kicked a few chairs out of my way. I can see the fear in other people's eyes when this happens. Other than that, my eyes are just glowing red and black.

Luckily there is one thing that I can restrain myself from: I have never physically hurt another person or animal, and I really want to keep it that way. I can live with the throwing and breaking, but if one day I hurt a living creature, I will beg for people to lock me away. 
- Adam. 

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

22nd of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

I was only six years old. Imagine a small children's room, with drapes with clowns on them, a pink cabinet and a yellow bedframe with bears on the sheets. The door of my bedroom opened with a small creak, and my uncle stepped into my room. He was babysitting me, my parents were at some concert or something like that. It was dark in my room, and with the backlight from the landing I could only see his big, dark silhouette. He crept in my bed, under the covers and pulled me close to him. We lay there for a little while, I was very unsure of what was going on. I liked him, and I liked hugs, but it felt loaded, not relaxed. He started stroking my back and my belly, and it made me more and more unsure. He sighed and he shivered, and suddenly I felt a lot of pain, he was inside me. It must have been nothing more than a minute, but of course it seemed ages. After a firm push and a growl he was standing up and left my room, leaving me feeling lost and used, without really realising that.

Unfortunately this didn't happen just once, but this was the first time. It finally stopped when I was old enough to 'babysit myself', around age 10 or 11. I never told anyone in my family. 

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

21st of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

I met her about 20 years ago, we worked together for several years. Al the long hours we sat together in the office, and I started to like her. I appreciated her for bringing me coffee, for having creative solutions when we were stuck. I started to love her, a little more every time I saw her smile or her beautiful figure. I never told her though, and now I haven't seen her in a few years. Does she think of me as much as I think of her?

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

20th of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

From 3rd to 10th grade I have been bullied. People threw my books in the dumpster, they took my food, they pushed me, they made up mean nicknames for me. This made me feel worthless and alone. One day I was in the shower, and I was shaving my legs. I accidently scraped some skin, and I saw the blood drip from the wound, mixing with water and eventually was washed to the ground. I stared at it in wonder, but the weirdest part was that I didn't feel pain. It looked as if I deserved a punishment, got the punishment, and after that the pain in my heart was gone. I felt relieved, in a very unhealthy way. I had heard about auto-mutilation, and I knew it was not right to do, but it felt so good. 

After that night, the scarring happened almost every week. I still have the scars to remind me, mostly on my lower arms. If I felt really bad, the cuts were deeper, if I felt quite okay the cuts were superficial or there were none at all. I managed to hide it from my family and my boyfriend. No-one knew what was going on inside my head. In 10th grade I met a couple of lovely guys and gals, and I didn't care so much about the bullying anymore. It didn't stop, but it didn't hurt that much then. One day, 2 years after it started, it stopped. Sometimes I'm still afraid it will return, and that I can't control it. But I now know I will survive, with or without the pain. 

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

19th of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

Ever since I was 4 years old, I realized that I really loved to hug and kiss boys, even though I had never really happened then. My parents are not so open-minded, and when the six-year old me said: 'mum, I think I like hugging Caspar' she stared at me with glary eyes, and we never continued that conversation. I feel I'm stuck in the closet, even now at age 14, because I don't dare to come out without a stable basis to lean on. I have no friends who are gay, and I know no other gays to relate to. I hope to find some people soon, so that I can find a way to get out of the now locked closet. I talk a lot on message boards, but I have the feeling I can't trust all the people there. Some seem to be looking for cheap gay sex, and I'm not ready or willing to sacrifice myself for that purpose. 

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

18th of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

I think in my life I made few mistakes. 1 mistake I did make, is that I left my little boy behind. I lived in Nigeria, and I dated a Nigerian woman. We had a child together, but when we grew older I couldn't do it anymore. I had a midlife-crisis and I fled the house. I never contacted the mother of my child or my child again. It's been 12 years now, and I'm really afraid that I'm too late. I think that the mother will be angry with me, and she has all the right to be. I'm scared that my boy doesn't recognize me, or hates me for what I've done to him and to his mother. Can I ever make this right?

I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

17th of January 2015

Please note: I collected these stories, they are not mine. Keep that in mind when reading and commenting :)

I tried to get a normal job after I graduated. I really tried. But I could find a regular job, and the rent must be paid. After stimulation of my partner, I decided to get some information on working as a girl in telephone sex. I got accepted and suddenly I was working in the sex industry. Of course it went from bad to worse, because I needed more money to pay for my own expenses, for my partner's expenses and for my education. I got an offer and I became a webcamgirl too.

I've seen a lot of things that I didn't ever want to see, I've accepted and listened to remarks I should never have heard. And the worst part: I can't un-listen them. They will stay in my head and in a part of my heart forever and repeat and repeat themselves. And for what? It brought me nothing but a low self-esteem and the doubt that there are 'normal' men out there who will treat you with at least enough respect to listen to a 'no'.

I've kept this a secret for several years now, mostly because I'm afraid of what other people will say. I'm afraid that my friends and family will not understand and that they will shy away from me or condemn me for the choices I have made. I don't want to hear the words 'whore' and 'slut' anymore. These terms do not describe who I am and if my friends think this about me, than they are nothing better than the men and women I pleased for money. I'm afraid to walk away from these people because I think I still need them. I am afraid to show people a side that belonged to me without it really being me, and I'm afraid that people think they know me when they really don't know a thing about my life and how I make my decisions.

When I finally confided in a few wonderful people, they helped me cut my way out of my job, gave me some money to pay the rent and took me in their arms and in their home. They accepted me for who I am, when they didn't have to, without doubts or reserves. Thanks to them I had enough room in my head to think about my future again, a future full of possibilities where there were none before, a future full of hope where all the hopes were shattered between drawers full of lingerie, and a future full of love where I was afraid true love was just an illusion.  


Today I started with a new special series: Weeks of Secrets and Memories. A while back I asked you stories, and I publish these stories now with a Notes to Ginny twist. 
These first two weeks will be about secrets you kept close and never revealed. There are wonderful stories of wonderful people who wanted to get the truth out! The last week will be a collection of memories (some good, some bad) people send me. 

I hope you like this series, and if you still want to contribute, you can send me your memory (anonymously) through the site or ask for my e-mail address. 

Lots of love,
Ginny.

16th of January 2015 - I Didn't Throw It Away

Hi all you lovely people,

Today is a very special Note to Ginny. 
Agatha Lee of Green Issues by Agy (Website) started a blog train to find out why people throw certain things away so readily, yet keep others for many years. Today I will tell you something about things I didn't throw away. 

And you may have seen the post I did on the 9th of January (Note 9th of January 2015) in which I asked your input for a new series. I will start tomorrow with this new series: it will be about secrets you kept for a long time, and about memories you kept close to your heart. Prepare yourself for heavy and heartwarming stories during the upcoming weeks!

And now without further ado: I will show you some of the things I didn't throw away!



The first thing I want to show you if my old stuffed animal. I have it since I was a few years old, and it always stayed with me. He is called Dombo, and originally he looked something like this (but with a red hat).




I got this stuffed animal in a store, and I can't remember a moment where he left my side ever since. I used to take him with me wherever I went, tugged under my armpit or in my bag. It gave me a sense of security and confidence as a child. As you maybe can see, Dombo needed a couple of stitches over the years, which my mother did as good as she could. And as you can see, he's still happy :)
I could never throw him away, as he reminds me of so many lovely feelings and great memories that it would seem careless to throw that reminder away. 

The second thing I didn't throw away is this old coffee grinder. On the picture you see me (7 years old, cute hmm?) and of course Dombo is there as well, on the boat. My grandparents used to have a boat (a flatboat, de Willemien) and my mum and I used to go on vacation on the boat. This picture is taking during a holiday when it was raining all week long, and there was an ankle's deep pool where we entered or exited the boat. We sat inside all week, reading books, playing games and apparently grinding coffee beans. 
I don't know where the coffee grinder originally came from, but it has been in the family for quite a while. After the boat, it stood at my grandma's but a couple of years back (when she moved houses) she gave it to me. 
I didn't throw it away because it reminds me of all the weird and funny stuff that happened on the boat, it reminds me of the freedom that those vacations meant to me, and it serves as a way to remember my grandmother (whom is a lovely woman) and my grandfather (whom I sadly never really got to know, he died when I was half a year old, but from stories, was a wonderful person as well).


I hope you really enjoyed reading something about my past, and about why I didn't throw these items away. 

This post is a part of a blog train hosted by Agatha from Green Issues by Agy on 'I Didn't Throw It Away'. We have become such a throw-away society, but there are some things in our households that we still keep. Why is that so? Perhaps this blog train can unlock the reasons behind it! Follow the daily posts on this blog train and read about the stories behind the things we have kept for many years and why we didn't throw them away.


And be sure to check Notes to Ginny tomorrow, for a new special Notes to Ginny series about memories and secrets that we didn't 'throw away' will start!

Lots of love,
Ginny.

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Hi lovely people!

For a new project I'm really looking for your input! Inspired by the 'I didn't throw it away'- project by 'Green Issues by Agy' (I didn't throw it away-project), I decided to add a blog about the things I didn't throw away for a long time (online next week!)

But I'm also looking for the good or bad memories you didn't forget, the secrets you've kept and the beliefs you hold onto. You can send them to me by mail, in a comment, or in a private message. You can do this anonymously (so that even I don't know who you are), and I am gonna publish your stories anonymously anyway (unless you specifically ask me not to). 
Think for example about your love life, objects you never threw away, your regrets, your pets, things you are ashamed of, things you never dared to say but should have. You can probably think of many more!
If you have a sentence I can put on a Note, please include that. If you don't have one, I'm gonna filter a sentence from your story (it will be Notes after all). I will always include a full story if you have one!

I'd really love to hear all your stories, so that we can create an environment in which we can share and open up!

Lots of love,
Ginny.

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To all you lovely people: all the best for this New Year!

And to all the people who are still looking for their new year's resolutions: take this question, look inside your heart, and follow the answer <3