“I ran from every fight, and those I was in I lost, and that isn't true, but I clowned and laughed and stammered and flunked in fear, wishing I could turn into a killer of bullies, those bullies that picked on everybody smaller than they, and never, ever, on anyone their size, and yet as I ran from them I could only run to a point which demanded I turn and chase, but that point was so far away, and it was as if I had to run through so much fog and confusion to enter the strength where I could challenge…”
Here is a memoir that you won't forget. Dawson's childhood memories are incredible and honest. I came late to this book, and it opened my eyes on my own childhood, and that of several friends I grew up with. Amazing book.