Image by Ruth Hallam. Used with permission.
In seven moves to this point—three of them during elementary school and two in Junior High—I made what friends I could. Bobby ended up being a good one. We climbed trees together, got paddled by the Dean together, and he even taught me how to produce cow flatulence.
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