Until the fourth grade, my childhood was mostly a languid adventure of goofing off and staying out of trouble. I remember almost nothing from that period except a few isolated incidents under one or the other of those categories. If I ever had a serious thought, I don’t remember it.
I do not recall reading anything prior to the fourth grade, though I know I must have (e.g. See Spot Run.). But in the spring of that year, I was jolted into change.…
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