When I was in sixth grade, I was told I could choose any book I wanted for a book report. I picked The Diary of Anne Frank because the word “diary” appealed to me. I had no idea it was the true story of a 14-year-old Jewish girl hidden and sheltered from the Nazis in an attic during World War II. The book moved me so much that I wanted a Dutch pen pal. Soon after, with help from my dad, I found Ingrid Wolff, who was two years older than me and who lived in Dordrecht, Netherlands.
The book moved me so much that I wanted a Dutch pen pal.
Whoops! Want to read more?
Become a member to get these perks:
-
-
-
-
-
-
- Read all our bold, bodacious articles by top writers.
- Get discounts on trips and events, including Paris, Italy, Scotland, New York City.
- Join our members-only "Tribe" community to connect with like-minded women.
-
-
-
-
-