This was written in the first person...
             I was born in November 11, 1744. My mother's name was Elizabeth Quincy Adams and My father's name was Reverend William Smith. My mother was a descendent of the Quincy's. A descendent of a 17th century puritan preacher, Thomas Shepard of Cambridge. My father and other forbearers were Congregational ministers. My father was a well-educated man. He was well-off. He was easy going and very friendly. He told me to "to say all the handsome things you could of persons, but not evil." I often went with my mother to help the needy. We would take food, fuel and clothing to them. We also visited the sick. As a child I was stubborn but shy. I was always sick. My parents, specially mother worried that I would have a short life span as many children that time did. I often complained to my sisters about my mother. I complained about how she was very protective. My mother Elizabeth expected obedience and good conduct out of her children. My father lightened things up a little. Our household wasn't very severe. My father balanced things out. People at the time believed that only boys should be admitted to the schools. So I like other woman that time didn't receive any formal education. But my grandmother taught me what I needed to know. But the lack of formal education spurred a interest in reading for me. I'd read anything from the Bible, to poems, history, philosophy, essays, and sermons. I loved it, I was curious to know more and that was the way I learned. Reading created a bond between John Adams and me. John Adams was a graduate from Harvard, and started a career in law. John and I met a my sister, Mary's wedding. I think John might at first been intimidated by me because he was intimidated my intelligent women. When we met I was fifteen and he was twenty-seven. We talked and read together. One evening, in the middle of a storm john g
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