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| Prelude One | ||||||||||||||||
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| Prelude Chapter One A different time, A different era. It was a different time when I was growing up and a different era. Life was simple back then, not nearly as complicated as it is now. As the world was coming out of the 50's and 60's, I was born right in the middle of that transition in June of 1959. I was a small child in the 60's and in the middle of my young childhood, I too went through my own transition. In September of 1965, we were living in the inner city of Rochester, NY and I was getting ready to begin first grade in Catholic school. The night before I started school, the Wizard Of Oz was on TV and it was the first time I had ever seen it. The wicked witch of the west terrified me. When I went to the Catholic school the next day, I saw all of the nuns in the traditional black attire and thought I was surrounded by wicked witches. Because I was so terrified, I was not able to learn anything at all during that first year of school. |
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