From My Diary As An Adolescent Mormon Girl:

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I’m in middle row, 2nd to left

 

Oh, To Be Just Me!

I was born some time ago,
Way out in the sticks,
In a  Mormon colony in Mexico,
In nineteen-forty-six.

My family moved to the US
When I was only one;
Right after The Great Depression
And World War II were done.

We’re now eleven kids
Though I’m only twelve;
For everything I’ve ever had,
I’ve had to dig ‘n’ delve.

I’m told strife ‘ill strengthen me
Clear down to my core;
Hope this really is the case —
For “Strengthening’s” such a chore!

Can’t wait till I’m grown-up
And have a family;
For instead of just “becoming,”
I’d really like to “be.”
(Oh, just to be me!)

(Written at age 12)

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