Aren't old notebooks/journals amazing? When you re-read them, you find out more about yourself.
Since I'm currently trying to clean out my room (for book space, Miss Erin and I seem to have the same problem), I had to go through "the stacks" (aka a big pile of journals that have accumulated through the years), and I found my old poetry notebook!
If you're interested to see what the progression of my poetry-writing skills is like, please go
here to see Poetry Through the Years. Also, if you missed my new poem, Snowflake, that I posted here a few days ago, you should check it out.