When I was a kid we weren't allowed to make noise, paint our nails, read comic books, eat sugar or candy or watch TV. I was dragged off to the doctor and the psychologist all the time. The Psychologist immediately understood my mother was the one who he needed to talk to. I would sit in the waiting room.
I started collecting frying pans at age 13 for my own apartment. I ran away at 15, 16 to (NYC), and at age 17 (to RI) it stuck. I still have that first number 5 cast iron frying pan. I still live in Rhode Island the perfect state to run away to.
It's never too late to have a happy childhood.
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