She Was My First Cat Ever, And

I Fell In Love With The Public, The Public Fell In Love With Me, And I Tried To Keep It That Way.

I Was A Romantic, Messy Thinker. I Was Raised With Very Conservative Beliefs, But That Was A Long Time Ago.

The American Poultry Industry Had Made It Possible To Grow A Fine-looking Fryer In Record Time And Sell It At A Reasonable Price, But No One Mentioned That The Result Usually Tasted Like The Stuffing Inside Of A Teddy Bear.

My Father Was In Charge Of Managing The Farm.

Upon Reflection, I Decided I Had Three Main Weaknesses: I Was Confused (evidenced By A Lack Of Facts, An Inability To Coordinate My Thoughts, And An Inability To Verbalize My Ideas); I Had A Lack Of Confidence, Which Cause Me To Back Down From Forcefully Stated Positions; And I Was Overly Emotional At The Expense Of Careful, 'scientific' Though. I Was Thirty-seven Years Old And Still Discovering Who I Was.