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Bigger is Not Always Better

I ran home. Mom screamed. I was crying hysterically. When Dad came home from work, he was furious.

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Like many kids my age, I hated school. It wasn’t the homework, boring teachers or getting up at 6:45 every single morning. It didn’t even bother me walking five miles to school through scorching heat waves or torrential downpours. I did hate not being chosen for the football, basketball, tennis or chess teams. But that wasn’t the real problem. I hated school because of David Cohen. Cohen lived up the street from us, and every day I walked to school across the park Cohen was there poking fun at me. “Those red sneakers make you look like a clown,” he’d…

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