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a little mixed up because I start being a real girl and then I end up by turning out to be a boy after all. Gosh I like that name Daisy. I think I'll sign my name from now on as Tommy D. and nobody'll know that the D stands for Daisy and when people ask me what it means I'll just say that my middle name is David. Pretending is lots of fun.

Sept 8: Gosh, I just read my diary and I guess I forgot again to write like I said I would every day. But this time is alright. Nothing really important has happened. I went to camp last month. Did I have a good time. The boys forgot all about their not liking me and we got along swell. We learned lots of new things about nature and the way plants grow and why they die in winter and we studied a big ant hill that reminded me of the time Dad took us to New York with all the people running around like mad all the time. We did a lot of swimming in the lake and there were no girls around and we all played a lot. I have a new pal, his name is Stan. He has a kind of funny nose but he is awfully good at sports and he promised he'd teach me to be a real athlete someday. Funny thing is that I don't want to be an athlete but I had to pretend I wanted to. He would have made fun of me if I had told him about Daisy. I almost did but re- membered my promise to myself never to talk about her with other people, so I didn't tell him. I didn't think much of my movie-making games when I was at camp, only at night before going to sleep but I guess I was too tired from running around all day and I fell asleep too

soon.

Now I am back home, and I am going back to my hideaway by the football field every afternoon to make more make-believe movies. Today I figured I could make them real real. I stole a dress from Sis. It's nice and red and has lots of pleats. She won't miss it. She never wears it anyway. She's awfully silly. She's a real girl and she looks awfully nice in dresses, but she's wearing pants all the time. Gosh, they are ugly. They look just like the blue ones I have to wear all the time. She could wear dresses all the time if she wanted. I wonder why most girls go for jeans. Maybe that's why I go for dresses. Maybe all boys do, except they don't tell. I guess all Dads are funny that way. They get