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The car accident happened when we had the Chevette. I believe we were about to turn into the dirt road that lead to the Pentecostal (maybe??) church Mom went to for a while...you know how she changed religions and churches. Anyhow either the pastor and his wife helped us home or Mom called Tom Kobichon (sp?) from their house and he helped get us home.

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I liked your imaginative mind. Does it come from having a mean parent and testing them??? I know I constantly did the same thing...

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We did not test our mother, that was an exercise in folly and pain. You did not talk back, you did what you were told, and you didn't bitch about it or you were going to regret that decision.

I'm pretty sure her imagination came from escapism, being extremely observant and way more intelligent than people gave her credit for. The reservation did not offer much in the way of instant gratification or easy to obtain ready made entertainment.

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I loved this story. It spoke to me because I had a similar fear of my mother when I was young and only later in life realized that her anxiety and panic attacks often manifested themselves as outbursts of anger and, at times, physical abuse.

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