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 Dear Diary, Salutations, diary. I'm Carol, young boy in his middle ages. Have found time to write some personal thoughts down, because they're just all clamped in my mind which always makes me stressed, and unhappy. I was born on the year of 1935. I am seven years old by this day, 1940. If you are reading this in the modern times, please note that 1940 was roughly when World War two began. So believe it or not I do try and find extra time to write in this journal as much as possible, whilst hiding in tiny bomb-shelters, worrying about 'if I will see the living daylights again'. Now, before I go on telling you about unnecessary things, plea

Dear Diary, Hi, my name's Eva. I'm a young child who has be inspired to become - well at least it's what they call them - a 'movie-star'. It came to most people as a surprise, how I suddenly recovered from the ashes. But to me it just seems like an everyday thing you know; get me here? Before I trail on with God knows whatever, let's just introduce you to some of my kin. My mother; she's been supportive throughout all my life so far. Life wouldn't seem the same without her, her and her happy smiles which greet me every morning. But fate decides, you know. Then my father. He's abnormal I am guessing. One day he's out and about with his