Wilma Wright hadn't cared much for the young boys in her town when she was a young pre-teen in 1929. She was more attracted to her friends than the boys that paid close attention to the young beauty, who was only eleven years of age. One thing she had always loved was going to dances and dancing to the once-popular Charleston, which consisted of a lot of leg and arm movements and always got one's heart pumping faster than a machine gun.

Wilma Wright had dark brown hair and eyes as blue as the sky after a summer storm. Her creamy white complexion appeared more like alabaster with her dark hair, and the color choice of her dresses always complimented her physical appearance. Wilma was a gentle girl who was small and respectable, but strong, stubborn and hardheaded. She was headstrong and fought for anything that she couldn't have, so it certainly was a good thing that she came from a wealthy family. She was sought after by the boys and envied by the girls, but she never let her beauty or the amount of attention that she received get to her head.

Wilma was the middle child of four girls and a boy. Her eldest sister, Rita, was a good five years older than her, and her older sister, Charlotte, was a year older than Wilma. Beneath her age were her brother, Richard, and her sister, Penelope. Wilma's mother usually paid most of her attention to Rita and Penelope, while most of her father's attention was directed towards Richard. Charlotte and Wilma could actually relate to each other more so than to their other siblings because of the neglect that they had received as children.

As a young girl at the age of eleven, there was one boy who actually made it within Wilma's circle of friends, and that was Frederick Moore. He was Wilma's age and possessed light messy brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had always been fond of Wilma, but never did he let her know. Everyone knew how Wilma was towards boys, and Frederick wasn't dumb enough to even think of becoming anything more than a friend to her. It was already a shock to him that Wilma accepted him as her friend.

In the summer of 1931, Frederick Moore's family had moved out of town due to the Great Depression, which was an economic crisis – one of the worst in history – that occurred on the twenty-ninth of October in the year 1929. No one was more poignant to see him go than Wilma, although she never told a soul nor lead anyone on. No one, not even her closest sibling, could guess that Wilma truly cared about Frederick's departure. The most that she had done was told him goodbye with a handshake, and then he was gone.

"I'm sure you'll see him again, Wilma," said her sister, Charlotte.

"What makes you think that I'm upset over this? He's just a friend. Friends come and go," Wilma told her.

"Well, I guess I can agree with you on that. There's no telling how long it'll be before we have to pack up and move because of this depression," Charlotte replied.

"Oh, no, Lottie, you don't do think that we'll have to move, too, do you?" Wilma asked, panic now in her voice.

"Well, papa's got a stable job, so I don't think it'll be any time soon… If he gets fired, though, then we'll have to," Charlotte told her.

"Oh, I do hope that we don't have to move… I do love it here in Manhattan," Wilma said.

"I wouldn't worry too much, Wilma. Why don't you go and see if Virginia or Georgia are home? You need someone to calm your nerves," Charlotte told her, and Wilma nodded.

"All right, I'll see you later, then," Wilma replied, and she ran down the block, stopped at a house, climbed the steps and knocked on the door. A minute later, a young boy who was close to Charlotte's age answered the door. Hee had light brown hair and blue eyes, and Wilma knew him as her friend, Georgia Hart's brother, Hershel. "Hello, Hershel. Is Georgia home?"

"She's up in her room. You're welcome to come in," Hershel said, stepping aside and letting Wilma inside.

"Thank you, Hershel," said Wilma, and she rushed up to Georgia's room.

Within four months of that day, Hershel Hart died of tuberculosis and the Hart family moved south to the outskirts of Atlanta, Georgia. In 1933, a new president, Franklin D. Roosevelt, was sworn into presidency and the bank reforms began. The years went on, and come 1939, war was declared overseas, once again, in Germany and Britain. Wilma had barely been a year when the war ended in 1918, and now she was going to experience a war just like her mother did when she was Wilma's age in 1914. By this point in time, Georgia had moved back to Manhattan and men all over New York were enlisting in case the war were to come to America. And at the rate that the world was deteriorating around them, it would come awful soon.