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the hay stubble when we hauled

hay. I hadn’t thought about the

fact that I was growing because I

was too absorbed in trying to

understand why I was so awkward.

Oh, I was awkward

before—that’s why girls didn’t

want to dance with me—but it

increased about tenfold. Even my

brothers noticed and teased me.

But the reason for my

awkwardness became apparent on

the first day of gym class when our

teacher filled out our statistics.

“My heavens, Johnson,” the

teacher said. “You’ve gained

almost fifty pounds.” When he

measured my height, he gasped.

“That can’t be true! Not in three

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