Time marched on towards the inevitable .....
In 1967, I was in 6th grade, and we had started family counseling. This was, no doubt, a result of the behaviors I'd exhibited over the previous few years. This included frequent lying, disobedience above and beyond what's "normal" for an adolescent, plus the extremely disturbing violence I'd shown toward my peers (and younger children).
Beyond that, though, I wasn't aware that anything different was happening. So, one morning in early November, I was surprised to find myself awakened for school by my Grandfather, since that was something my Grandmother always did.
