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May 11:

"PAGES FROM THE DIARY OF TOMMY D"

Dear Diary: Today I received lots of gifts. Daddy and Mommy guessed what I wanted but they didn't give me the doll I said I'd like to have. There's a train and skates and a whole lot of tubes with paint inside. I'm sure going to have fun with them. Dad says I should be careful and not to mess up the table or the floor. He's a nice man, my Dad. The only thing he gets mad at is He says that's sissy stuff.

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my playing with Sis' dolls. Mom thinks so too, but dosn't seem to get as mad as Dad about it. Sis is more fun than either of them when I feel like playing. She likes to play but they get tired awful soon. Sis laughs at my wanting to play nurse with her dolls. She even let me wear her white dress once. It fits ok and with her Hallowe'en wig I sure did look like a nurse. I don't see anything wrong in making believe I a nurse. I am just lucky I guess to be the same size as Sis. Funny because she's two years older than me. Boys, they say, grow bigger than girls. I guess it's be- cause we eat more. I ate almost half the birthday cake all by myself. Sis got about a quarter and Dad the rest. Mom says cake is fattening and she has to watch her fig- ure. I watch her figure too. She looks awfully nice, but Sis told me I am silly wanting to grow up to be like Mom. She says that wishing is only for girls. I am a boy and I am supposed to want to be like Dad. Trouble is he's hairy and rough. I hate hairy faces and arms and legs. Hair is ugly, looks dirty and it's good for nothing. Mom and Sis are both nice and pretty and soft and smooth. I don't see anything wrong in wanting that kind of smooth- ness for myself. After all I'm growing up and I'm al- ready close to being 11 years old. Today was my birth- day number 10 and Dad says a man should learn to think for himself. So, dear Diary, right now I am thinking for myself and I wish to be some day like Mom... pretty and always dressed nice.

May 20: Gosh, I really messed things up today. I told some of the fellows at school what I'd been thinking about wanting to grow to be like Mom and wear dresses and lipstick and they almost killed me. Boy that was some beating I took. Of course they were three against one and while I was fighting with Bill, Don and Johnny jumped me from behind. I didn't mind the blows so much.

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