The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.
I loved teaching. It was my world. I only left because I was overwhelmed with three careers - teaching, writing, and my family.
I was somebody who was not athletic. I was highly imaginative; I loved to read, and I loved nothing more than being in a story... I didn't want to play ball; I wanted to imagine something and read something.
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