I taugo read and e again during t termio keep me inside or    or in ing symbols ions, rules and effects, and, most important, ting proved more difficult, primarily because one o o say before fronting tual dra turned out to be a tiresome c afternoons, I practiced e, filling it over and over    my pulsive be, but not before printing, as ly as possible, "I love my mot; Sickled to find t later, and ture earned me aire peac a slice for t even my father.

        ty of going to sed grade quickly eroded to a dull ae, altered someanding t otic. I still tussle    so mus—addition, subtraultiplication—as tract figurations. Elementary sd ory revealed a    t differed from my experience among t Gee ason is, metapry, nor did I realize t a food c anisms of an ecological unity acc to tion in ural order felt most unnatural at first. Matters iial. Liv-ing depended on sincts, not memorizing facts. Ever si    man remained. If ayed io endure.

        Our struggle o find t co trade places. It couldnt be a random sele. A c decide on a e, and seven ury. t    only survival in t t to e bato this world.

        retur learned patience became a virtue. My sces cime craernoon, ing ay for t in tultifying room from September to mid-June, and barrio arrive by eig seven ed,    out into t luncrospect, tual moments spent togeto our time apart, but some t measured by quality ratity. My classmates made eacorture. I ex-pected civilization, but ties and blue uniforms inguisers, burpers, to torture t, stealing lung on ts, egging ed as a potential prey. A feually oppressed. ted badly, eit every sligion. At an early age, tlessly, as clerks or store managers, systems analysts or sultants. t of tears—but I ed to e ttch a single, well-placed blow.

        ties. too, dis-played many of ting personal s and lack of general oo loudly or not at all. ted viciously among tes, or to t of tiore apart t girls aunts and se ims    mercy if, for insta ts in class, as    before recess on t day to tess ode time, I felt someto sympatueased about til Val-entines Day. In te blouses, to tles. In t se to ts.

        togetimes at nig, spooking sleeping birds from ts, stealing cle of ting about my peers. But for all its faults, t my mind tetting t and being a real boy again. Intolerable as sced. Mom ing for me every afternoon, pretending to be dusting or cooking riumply t door.

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        I    lies for .

        "Did you learn anyt;

        I e all t ely curious and pleased, but    last to to finis before suppertime. In ts before my fat tableside. In te ballads, and I lear ed. By act norance, I mimicked tly and could sing tone for tone, measure for measure, ply like Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra, Rosemary ey or Jo Stafford. Mom took my musical ability as a natural extension of my general ellect. So en sco beg me to sing it one more time.

        "Be a dear boy and give us train Out for Dreamland again."

        ,    respond as kindly. " up? One day you t carry a tune, no;

        "I dunno. Maybe I    listening before."

        "Youre kidding me? S racket on day and nig Cole King and all t jazz, and    you take me dan sometime? As if a mot listening?"

        "trating, I mean."

        "You srating on your ;

        "If you pay attention and listen instead of merely une in no time."

        anot;Mind your elders, if you please, Caruso."

        I took care not to be suc mimic around my dad.

        Mary and Elizabetoo young to knoter, and ted    question my budding talent for imperson-ation. Iime, especially in trot out all ty tunes like "Mairzy Doats" or "ttle Fis; it fail, ime I sang "Over t; I did a mean Judy Garland.

        My days o a fortable routine, and as long as I stayed i    at ourned garis t of trees    my eyes. I ed t reminders of life in t. October proved a riot to t ies s and dies, bonfires in tricks on to even tten into t. ty ertai and refress. tops of ted paper pumpkins and black cats on tifully cut out scary tru paper and glued togetistic efforts, pitiable ted to bake cookies and broumes ed. I remember exactly my versa-tion on tter her.

        "ere y for    sceacrick-or-treat outfits instead of our uniforms. I    to be a ;

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        "Pertle vampire?"

        "Im no bloodsucker, Mot;

        "Pers a fairy?"

        I    time in nearly t my temper and screamed in my natural artled her.

        "For ts out of me, raising t;

        Bao tell    tead, I turned on tears, bawins. So    omach.

        "t; Sed my y eyes. "I just dont knoe, youd like t no you?"

        And ts aloons and a s ied around my skull, and    ty. teacapped me to sing "teddy Bears Piic" as part of tertai for our party. My normal speaking voice    in tonig; I sounded exactly like tation s of t quite knoo believe. I remember t tess ode and stared    blinking, as if sal deception but could not urick. But tter. At togethemselves.

        tual trick-or-treati muco be desired. My fato to dusk and ed for me as I reet, spying ie. No    did try to y pat ture in perfect cat, and it turail, running ao    o kno lost all my tricks.
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