It had been simmering for a few days; I hit a stretch where it seems like I couldn't do anything right. It was one mess right after another.
I was all of 6 years old, with a whole year of grammar school to look back on.
Shucks, I was doing my best, but my best just didn't seem to be pleasing anybody.
I came to the conclusion that nobody loved me anymore.
That had to be it; I was getting jumped on at the supper table on a right regular basis.
They wouldn't even let me have a piece of white meat chicken and I was tired of drumsticks.
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