Dear Diary I am about 4 years old…

Dear diary, this memory has many moments in time… we are in a little tiny trailer and I think daddy is away hunting…

I remember playing with sister and getting stung by many bees… and I remember a man in another trailer that liked teasing me…

I remember one night sleeping I wake up screaming and see a figure that is not familiar to me… mommy quiets me down and I hear muffled voices… I would see that figure again 7 years later…

I remember daddy coming back from hunting and he had been injured…

I remember I learned to dislike strawberry ice cream and men with red hair…

Excerpt from Margies diary…

TimesUp #MeToo WhyIDidntTell

I Remember… Margie.. who once believed in ghosts…

Sgt. USAF DAV

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