Frivology

Jesus loves me, this I know.
For the Bible tells me so.

After grandpa died, my family moved to NW Washington from Southern California. It was a pretty big no-brainer for my parents.  Mom was having trouble finding work and dad was about to get laid off.  Grandpa had just died, removing our ties there for his reasons, and NW Washington had friends of ours.

I was eight and starting the third grade.  I  did a lot of living in my head back then, for a variety of reasons.  My school in California consisted of a lot of rich kids, and I came from a family that had hardly anything.  This was a reality I was constantly reminded of, so I tended to avoid the other kids.  In Washington, the kids came from a more diverse selection of households, but they were still mean.  So, I stuck to myself most of the time.

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