From the August 1971 magazine.

A Taste of Happiness

The program reaches inside prison walls to light up a lost life

TAKE A LITTLE GIRL full of fear, anxiety, and insecurity; mix these with a life of loneliness, heartache, and emptiness; and you have the makings of an alcoholic. I was this little girl, and I am an alcoholic. My name is Jackie, and I am no longer a little girl; I am a mature woman and an inmate at the Florida Correctional Institution for Women. This is a nice name for the women's state prison. I was convicted of forgery and auto theft. The sentence: five years.

I came from a broken home. My parents separated before I was born. My first drink and my first drunk were at the age of...

-- J. J.

Lowell, Florida