Article May 9, 1994 Issue

For children

Important passwords

Judith Hardy Olson

Janice lived next door, and we were best friends. We had a secret club—just Janice and me and our life-size ragdolls, Annie and Polly. Janice's dad let us use an empty chicken coop for our clubhouse. To get into the clubhouse you had to knock three times and say the password. That was a signal to let the guard know whether you were friend or foe. If you knew the right words, you could go in.

Janice and I spent a lot of time thinking up new passwords because my twin brother was always eavesdropping. He'd learn our password, then he and his friends would barge in and bother us. After a while, we had a new password for every day.

Then, Janice went away on vacation. While she was gone, I made up a long list of passwords. Every night before bed I'd add to the list. I kept it under my pillow hidden from my brother. I could hardly wait for Janice to come home so I could show it to her.

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