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My step-father worked at a gas station in town, and took the extra eggs and the milk from the two milk cows with him to sell it. The proceeds from this regularly made the mortgage payments on the farm. His boss got as big kick out of it, since it attracted further customers to his station, with a lot of competition in those days. I always felt that I was small in those days, and after all I was only just about ten when we moved there. But, when I look back at the pictures of my classes of school, I was square in the middle of the smaller guys. But, mom had the idea that I could do a lot more on the farm than my size indicated, and it was a constant matter of stress between us, since I am beyond stubborn about things that I am convinced of. I was somewhat of a loner child, because I didn’t have a very close relationship with my siblings (except my year younger sister,) nor the cousins when they visited. I was usually off on my own, unless there was something specific for me to do in the house or around the farm. I was a loosely associated member of a very unpopular religion of that time, but came to be unconvinced that I wanted to devote my life to it closely, because of a number of very inconvenient rules of conduct among them. So, I limited my association with it to be an attender and enjoyer of the social side over the years, to the disappointment of a number of the young ladies that bought totally into it. Because of the extent that I was obedient to their standards at school, I was not hated, but not popular with the other students, either. And at home things were very strained between mother and me, because of my resistance to her pushing me to do things that I just was not strong enough or otherwise qualified to do. So, I was considering making other friends out of the family, not related to my religion or family. 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