My German-born father was rather strict and accustomed to getting his own way. When I turned 14 and was about to graduate from junior high he wanted to send me to boarding school in Switzerland. I refused, not wanting to leave my friends and family.
“It’s like the army,“ he retorted, “and I’m the general and you’re the private.”
“Then I’m going AWOL.”, I said.
That September I enrolled at Forest Hills High, my local neighborhood school.
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– Danny L, guest writer
This retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!