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REALLY SO WHAT
What A Time

DOCTORS AND BROKEN THINGS

Maybe, I got pretty good employing that exercise. Years later
it helped me sleep through boring classes and when working
even sales lectures.

From time to time I would miss a day in school, but not often.
My mother showed a great deal of concern, but it wasn’t so
easy to pull the wool over her eyes.

Our doctor had some other helpful advice. He was sure as l
grew older, and became a teen I’d grow out of the ‘Migraines’.
On that account he was right. As I grew older the headaches
became less and less. Until in my teens I seldom ever had one.
I also started wearing glasses. Suppose, that might have had
something to do with my discomfort.
Then there was a real emergency, that turned out to be a
lengthy story.

Behind our home down over the first hill was a small
playground. It had a set of swings, a sand box and monkey
bars. This was good for my mother. She could keep her
omnipresent eye on me and the other kids from the kitchen.

Kids were supervised by any adult that was around or felt it
was necessary. Here’s a few kids, my age, from the block. I’m
there somewhere, possibly sitting on the top bar. I liked the
monkey bars best. Climbing up high, swinging out of one
square on to the ground or into and between other bars. In
the sand box I would build castles and tunnels. I could also
play with the wooden train Pop made. It rolled over the hills
and mounds.

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