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July I figure it makes a nice occasion. Yippee. I looked it up in the dictionary and I have spelled it right. The teacher says I'm good at spelling. She says it's because I read so much and the other children should do the same but they don't. I guess I'm getting used to reading. This way I can be by myself and don't have to play rough stuff with the fellows. The girls still won't play with me. I still don't get it. Sis says boys are sure nice to be with and Sis is a girl. But she's most of the time running around with girls and I wish I could be with them when they are together. I wish I could wear Sis' clothes so the girls can pretend I'm a girl too. It must be nice to have so many friends. It gets kinda lonesome being by myself all the time but I have found a game that's lots and lots of fun and can last as long as I want although I have to stop at 6 to be home in time for dinner.

I just go to some quiet place, like behind the foot- ball field where there are lots and lots of trees and grass. It is good that we are on vacation now. There's nobody around the school and I can just hide and sit on the grass and close my eyes and make up my own make-believe movies. At first it was funny because I was running out of stories and I was repeating movies I'd seen on TV. But now I'm real good at it. Today I kept my eyes closed for almost three hours and I saw the nicest picture I've ever seen. Of course I can't tell people what the picture was about. But just writing it down on this diary is fun. The diary won't tell. All I do is pretend I am a girl, a real girl like Sis sometimes, or grown up like Mom or even like Mrs. Burns and I am wearing pretty shoes with high heels and the wind makes the dress squirm around my knees. And everybody I meet is real nice because I'm very pretty and my hair is long and blond and fluffy-like. The story I like best is the one where my name is Daisy and I am a new girl-friend of my Sister and we go out together downtown and have a coke at the drugstore and have a lot of fun playing with other girls. And at the end when we get back home I ask her where her brother is, that's me of course, and shen she says she dosn't have a brother I give her a big surprise and I say yes you do and I take off my wig and there I am laughing at her and she starts laughing too and we both run to see Mom and Dad and tell them all about our playing and they laugh too and don't mind it a bit. I guess the story gets

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