My Childhood Memories of Good and Evil

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My days were happy ones before I started going to school, as I had lots of neighbors to play with from morning till dark. We played games outdoors and rode about on our bicycles happily. The undeveloped woods behind our homes provided endless opportunities for adventure. There were also many other games to occupy our time. My earliest recollection of fear was when I was barely four years old. To this day I can still remember vividly my physical and social surroundings during the event. As I lay on my back in my family room I tossed a rubber ball up and down as I tried to ignore the boring TV program my father was watching: the evening news. All of a sudden my curiosity awoke when I heard the newscaster say the word, "kidnapped." I had never heard this strange word before. "What does kidnapped mean, daddy?" I casually asked. I knew something was wrong when he paused, as if he did not want to reply; so I repeated myself. In the simplest way possible he replied by telling me it is when a stranger takes a child. It was at that moment that I realized for the first time that the ...
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