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Millions of Young Girls Forced Into Marriage

Posted on March 20, 2013

Millions of Young Girls Forced Into Marriage.

really interesting article in national geographic.

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The moon it seems changed it all. One turn it is summery – the next Fall. You can feel it. My daddy, Maurice Leroy Giltz was the one who taught me to be a keen observer of life. And so it has been. I don’t know how early he started my training but I do know every Saturday we spent the morning together and my Mom could do whatever she wanted . He would fix me breakfast. Soft boiled eggs always perfect with toast buttered and twisted off in small pieces to best soak up the yolk. I usually ate one…maybe two but one day I ate three. You see after breakfast we would go out on what became a snoopers hunt. We went out yo a pond on the Ohio State Farm. Which is now covered with buildings and parking lots. We would walk around the ever changing pond, depending on rain, and snoop…we’ll observe what was there. Make note. There was one big round rock… Ok I was 4 it is hard to know what big was. But every Saturday fortified by my soft boiled eggs or Kellogg’s frosted flakes with milk you ate out of the boxes, I would try to pick up that big rock. How this started is not at all in my memory. I do recall going over to it as the last thing we’d do before we went home. It was many months I tried. A couple of times it was submerged in the pond with the heavy fall or spring rains Columbus received. Those days, so my Daddy later told me I would declare that I would just save up this weeks strength for next week. Not to be discouraged it would happen. The plants and birds that were around the pond changed over the years. I remember the bird dock with its huge leaves and the tiny yellow flowers. Then. THE day came. I don’t know what I had eaten but when I went to MY rock I lifted it! Not just a little but so I could stand up holding it. I shouted, ” Daddy, look at me –look at me!” I dropped the rock in the edge of the pond mud and started crying. Joy? Nope. Confusion? Yes. What was left in life to do? This was my 4 year old little girl goal and it was done.” CompletedMy wonderful gracious loving Daddy started laughing at me when I told him why I was crying. He held me and said,” trust me darlin, there are more challenges ahead in your life. I love you”.

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