I turned 16 in June so now it was legal to work. You can see how seriously I took it by this
entry:
July 9, 1969 Yesterday I applied for a job at Niakwa Motor
Hotel. The man said he’d phone me but he
hasn’t. I guess I don’t get the
job. I took some colour pictures at the
bridge today. Jeanette jumped off it
three times. I was going to but a hunk of
the bottom fell off. I decided I better
not. I think it was a pretty good
suggestion on my part.
I think it may have been the only
job I applied for that summer, but we’ll see.
Meanwhile you can see that I am still pretty much in play mode, enjoying
being outside and having fun on my bike with my sister and middle brother. And all this time I was thinking I was
burdened by babysitting and more babysitting!
I am beginning to think this
diary is going to make a liar out of me.
Oh the agony of it all. (now does that sound like the teenager in you
and I?)
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