Alternate Introduction

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my childhood was like. Normally I don’t discuss that kind of stuff with anyone because I find it kind of boring. I’m not sure why I’m talking about it now, nevertheless here it is. I was born just outside Boston Massachusetts in a small town called Marlboro. My mother was a grade school teacher and my father worked as a traveling salesman. They were both very busy most of the time and there wasn’t a whole lot of time for my sister, brothers and I. It was obvious though that they loved us all very much. My mother was always trying to get us to be successful at what ever we were doing and my father no matter what we did was always behind us. We lived on the east side of Marlboro near the school where my mother taught. We had a big front yard that smelled of apple blossoms in the spring and summer, there was a white picket fence with a squeaky gate that enclos...