My seventh grade teacher once said to the class, "We only have one student in our English Class who will have her work appear in the Oneida Arrow." His words weren't those of excitement - my seat was near the door - his pets, near his desk. You see, my uncle fired him from a summer job. His statement remained with me as life has since childhood, and I have maintained a firm hold on lasting memories. Those of childhood, since the bars of a crib became one of my fa more...
