Anne Frank
aka Taylor L.
 "Though youngest here you are no longer small, but life is very hard since one and all aspire to be your teacher thus and thus we have experience take a tip from us we know because we did it long ago elders are always better you must know." These are a few lines from a poem my father gave me, Anne Frank, for my thirteenth birthday. I put this in Kitty (my diary) because I was telling her how great it was.
My father is the one that supported me the most. The reason I like my father more than my mother is because my mother wants me to be ladylike but that is not my personality.
I was born on June 12th 1929 in Frankfurt, Germany. People say that I have the talent to express my feelings through writing, along with saying I am a passionate and good writer. For example, one day I wrote a passionate letter to Kitty saying what happened at an air battle I witnessed through the bay window in the attic of the annex. I described many dreadful things that I would not like to repeat. If you want proof that I am a good writer, read my book.
When people ask about my childhood there really is no remembrance of it because I started to write in my diary, later known as The Diary of Anne Frank, when I was thirteen years old. So let me tell you a little about my teen years. Had I not gone into hiding in 1942, I could have been like any other ordinary thirteen year old. I was a chatterbox; I was interested in books and especially in boys. But I am Jewish and I lived in a society ruled by Adolf Hitler, who promised the Jews that there will be certain death in their future. One morning I was woken up by my mother, she explained to me that we are going into hiding. She told my sister, Margot and I to put on a much clothes as we can because it would be too risky to walk around carrying luggage. My mother told me we were going to hide in the annex of the building my father used to work at. Seven days after we were hiding in the annex we were joined by Mr. and Mrs. Van Daan and their son Peter. Then after 4 more months of hiding we were joined by Dr. Dussel. There we couldn't move around during the day because someone might hear us in the office below. So for the first day I read a book called The Tale of Two Cities. It was the saddest book I had ever read. At night we could move around all we wanted to, but one night moving around was a bad thing to do. One night someone robbed the building where we were hiding. I remember putting my ear to the floor and breathing heavily, all was silent. Thankfully, we did not get caught after that incident. Soon we were found and arrested on August 4th 1944.
The way I spent the final years of my life was at many concentration camps but the worst one was a concentration camp called Bergen- Belsen concentration camp. There my head was shaved and an identification number was tattooed on my arm. I wasn't given any food or water. Soon I died of typhus on March 1945. I was never famous as an adult, but even though I died at a young age, my words still lived on. Now many people read my diary which is the reason I am famous. I was a prisoner of war but I never acted like one.
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