Finding a Place in 1976 (intro to a Chapter from: Death Doesn't Come Easy)
My mother started me in elementary school at the age of five, believing I was smart enough to keep up with the other kids who were usually older, while my dad opposed; him saying I was just an average kid at best who would fall behind, and probably fail. He, also, wasn't around much to enforce his rather low opinion of me, as was the day my mother brought me to school. My mother spent the next six years trying to prove dad wrong and was wise enough to teach me to enjoy school and appreciate learning. But, perhaps—I think—my dad spent the same time trying to prove her wrong. There was often a lot of arguments and a lot of yelling... continue reading this Chapter
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