As a child I was often ill and often could not play.
I felt an unusual hunger to learn.
I loved to read and write.
I had many friends in Boston, whom I loved.
John Adams gave me a locket before he sailed away on some business
Cotton Tufts, Richard Cranch, John Adams, Mary and Betsy (my sisters) were my best friends. We formed a strong bond that did not break until death.
My birthday was changed by eleven days.
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