I Wanted To Be A Ballerina. I

I Don't Necessarily Start With The Beginning Of The Book. I Just Start With The Part Of The Story That's Most Vivid In My Imagination And Work Forward And Backward From There.

When I Was In The First Grade I Was Afraid Of The Teacher And Had A Miserable Time In The Reading Circle, A Difficulty That Was Overcome By The Loving Patience Of My Second Grade Teacher. Even Though I Could Read, I Refused To Do So.

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.

All Her Life She Had Wanted To Squeeze The Toothpaste Really Squeeze It,not Just One Little Squirt. [...] The Paste Coiled And Swirled And Mounded In The Washbasin. Ramona Decorated The Mound With Toothpaste Roses As If It Was A Toothpaste Birthday Cake

I Wanted To Be A Ballerina. I Changed My Mind.