September 9, 1966...They took everything away when i arrived here. I had stones from home and some feathers that Grandma gave me. They took my diary too. I had a lot of stuff written in there that i thought would give me some comfort over the year. But now it's gone. I was given this notebook and pencils for school, so i am going to start another diary. I am going to hide it with me all the time. I put the things that were on the bed into the locker. All the clothes had the number 75 written in black marker on the tags. I am now #75.
