Summer before 5th grade mom decided i needed to start reading more mature stuff, no more Sweet Valley High books i guess. so she checked out Diary of Anne Frank from the library for me.

It’s an important book to read. and since Anne was close to my age it probably hit home how similar our lives were and what not. But I don’t think i was old enough and it sort of set me on a somewhat unhealthy interest in the holocaust and nazi war criminals and nazi hunting.

I was still playing with dolls, except now i was playing that we were hiding/escaping from nazis. which is kinda messed up i think.