I was a very literal kid. More so than most. Like the other kids in the gifted and talented class, I tended to take words and terms at face value. Somehow my left brain developed before my right, so thinks like metaphors and sarcasm flew right over my head. Here are a few other the …
I was probably around nine or ten years old. It had been a normal day at school, so normal that I don’t remember anything about it. But when I came home, my world had been turned upside down. My bedroom looked completely different. Instead of a plain white room with mismatched furniture, it had been …
It was my tenth birthday. I spent the afternoon in downtown St. Louis with my dad. When I came home, there was a computer in the living room, a Tandy 1000HX. “Happy birthday,” my mom said. “You got me a computer?” “No,” said my dad. “It’s the family computer, not yours. It’s your birthday present, …
I hate cigarettes. I always have. If there’s even a whiff of smoke in the air, I can smell it. And while I certainly have my share of bad habits, smoking is not one of them. I thank my grandpa for that. Coffee and Cigarettes My grandfather was a heavy smoker. I loved going over …
For a while my family lived in a small town named East Carondelet, Illinois. We lived in a little farmhouse several miles out of town, and we had to drive on a scary levee road just to get to town. But even then there wasn’t a whole lot to do. If we wanted to go to …
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