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CHAPTER SIX

I
t's funny how little things stay in a child’s mind. I
couldn't have been more than about seven years

old. My biggest problem was that I had no other

children around to play with—except my mean older
brother. So, I became what was called a tomboy.

Whatever he did, I could do it too. I could climb a tree—
no problem. Fly a kite or play marbles? I was in. I was

even able to make my own bird trap. I caught a dove
once, but it got away when I tried to take it out.

All would be going well until my brother started teasing
me—telling me I was ugly and stupid. For some reason,

I started to stutter even worse, and he would tease me

endlessly and call me "Stammer Jack." Little things like
that would hurt me deeply, and I would end up in tears.

So now, I am a cry-baby. No love from nowhere. On

and on it went. Seemed like forever.

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