May 3rd 1955

I really don't know what to write in here, but Momma said that keeping a journal would do me good since I can't play much no more. See I got braces on my legs. Momma says they is my magic shoes, but I think she's full of shit. If they's so magical why can't I walk straight or jump or do anything even normal shoes let you do? I can't believe half of what that lady says. Always going on about chocolates and stupids.

Anyway my name is Forrest. Forrest Gump. My best friend is Jenny Curran and we do all sorts of things together. Heck she was who taught me how to read and write. I hope we stay friends forever.

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