I Just Wrote About Childhood As I

We Didn't Have Television In Those Days, And Many People Didn't Even Have Radios. My Mother Would Read Aloud To My Father And Me In The Evening.

Ramona Stepped Back Into Her Closet, Slid The Door Shut, Pressed An Imaginary Button, And When Her Imaginary Elevator Had Made Its Imaginary Descent, Stepped Out Onto The Real First Floor And Raced A Real Problem. Her Mother And Father Were Leaving For Parents' Night.

I Had A Bad Time In School In The First Grade. Because I Had Been A Rather Lonely Child On A Farm, But I Was Free And Wild And To Be Shut Up In A Classroom - There Were 40 Children On Those Days In The Classroom, And It Was Quite A Shock.

I Have Lovely Memories Of Los Angeles In The 1930s. I Came Down To Live With My Mother's Cousin And They Invited Me To Come And Go To Junior College For A Year.

He Was Dressed As If Everything He Wore Had Come From Different Stores Or From A Rummage Sale, Except That The Crease In His Trousers Was Sharp And His Shoes Were Shined.