I've been considering this.  I have a little Rubbermaid bin in the basement with 6 or 7 journals in it from grade school up to mid-college. The grade school ones are cute, but once I got into high school, I wrote about a lot of dark and unhappy things. I met my future DH at that time, and with an age difference of 11 years between us (which resulted in family disapproval, drama with my friends, and lots of soul-searching), I had a lot of inner turmoil. I read through a bit of one a month or so back... And especially taking into account that I only wrote when I was unhappy, it's really not something I want to relive.
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But, I was also impressed by how much I've grown and changed in the past 10 years (DH too, assuming I represented him accurately). I was young and naive and angry, but I also had some flashes of insight that were pretty amazing. I keep wondering if I should set aside a day or two and really go through them one last time before I burn them. They are certainly not something I want my children to read, so I know I'll be disposing of them eventually.
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My mom brought a few of hers on a backpacking trip we took together. One night, she tossed them onto the campfire. She'd been waiting for years and years to do it. I remember being a little sad that I would never be able to read about her in her own words after she died. But they are her own private thoughts, and obviously I completely respect her right to do with her journals as she pleases! I just wish that I had journals from my grandmother or great-grandmother that I could use to learn about them, their lives, and their feelings. Although I suppose if they're anything like mine, they wouldn't be an accurate representation at all anyways...