I wrote this in my diary many a moon ago:
There was a tree in Deadwood near Mrs. Clinghams house. I loved sitting under the tree. I think that it was called a Mimosa tree. It had beautiful bright yellow flowers and a lovely smell. I would spend hours playing on my own. From around four years old to eleven years old. I think it is the same tree that my mother would sit with me.
I remember quite clearly my mother had sent me a beautiful yellow dress with layers of lace and bows. I was so happy and proud of my dress. I was always well dressed as my grandmother always did my hair in ringlets with pretty bows.
One day this evil boy dragged me and ripped my beautiful dress to shreds. I was so unahppy so was my grandmother. She was so angry that the dress could not be repaired. She said that my mother must have paid a lot of money. She even went on to say how ungrateful I was if only could have told her the truth. Maybe some day I will.
Age 12 Years Old.