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Chapter 5 Grade school in Oklahoma turned out to be fun. I got along pretty well with the kids and the teachers at Union School, which was an independent country school district just outside Tulsa. Nothing unusual or earth shaking happened to me during those years. I learned that I could make people laugh. Teachers and students all seemed to agree on that. Whatever I said, they laughed like crazy. I kinda liked being the center of attention, especially since I knew they weren’t laughing at me but with me. I really loved being an regular kid in a regular house, going to a regular school. No one from the great globes in the sky came to visit, but I’d expected that. In fact, I felt rather clever. I’d been very careful never to tell them where we were going. r I never saw the man at the piano., either, but I looked for him everyday. of course we didn’t have a piano in our house in Tulsa so I wasn’t too surprised that he didn’t come to visit me. When I was ready to enter High School, Mother and Daddy wanted me to take advantage of one of the better high schools in Tulsa so we moved into the Will Rogers District. At that school they put great emphasis on art, drama, music and other arts. I loved it. One of the art teachers from another school, a man named Mr. Bartholic, commented | on my talent i in front of his and our combined 1 wits 1 1 classes during an outdoor field trip on drawing and sketching. I was just in heaven. I loved my drawing and sketching and painting courses and I loved my modern dance class even more. In the new house in town, I’d found one special feature of the structure that pleased me greatly since my parents 35 ALMOST A GROWN UP