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End of childhood
New York City
February 14, 1968
Valentines Day '68 did not mark a day of massacre but it was the day the rivets gave way in the over stressed boiler that my family had become. Until then, I could at least pretend to be a child. Mother left after a month of intense drama and without her added income we were evicted before summer. We moved. My sister left after Christmas, followed by more drama and another eviction. Slowly but surely I retreated from the path I was probably destined for in pursuit of more immediate joys: learning what I wanted to, playing the piano all day, chasing boys, long distance bike riding, and skydiving.
