There are several things that I expected to be much more of a problem than they actually turned out to be. Disappointment is probably not the right word, but my expectations from the hundreds of hours in front of the television in the 60’s had me preparing for quicksand, comas and amnesia. While I was so anxious about being framed for a murder that I didn’t commit or waking up some morning not knowing what my name was, the only thing I should have been worried about was missing the school bus. I suppose that I shouldn’t complain though, because to be honest, at my age, I still have a real shot at waking up not knowing what my name is.

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