This is Fourth grade year. I don't remember my teachers name or much of anything else. I do remember this is the last year I had my big brother. He started playing violin in Orchestra, after school he'd let me watch him practice and started teaching me to play. In April my parents told us we were moving and we'd have to change schools. I was so upset. I didn't want to leave my friends and the people I'd known all my life. In June, after school was out, I went to Awana's at our church. I had a friend who lived on the other side of the church from where I'd lived. I had decided I was going to run away to her house and talk her Mom into letting me stay with them. I rode to church with friends of my family, after our meeting was over I told them I had a ride. I delayed as long as I could, I guess they knew I was lying, they ended up taking me home. I wasn't supposed to go that night. After they dropped me off I tried hiding behind the house next door to make sure no one had heard the car doors. I guess Mom had cause she sent John out to get me. I don't really remember how I was punished.
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