“Children in the sixties did not live at home with their parents after high school; we left our city and suburban wombs for jobs, college, or the military. My last year of high school [in 1967] had much in common with my first year of life. I found my hands, feet, and voice as a baby. I learned to hold my bottle and spoon and how to eat by myself. I laughed and cried and identified those who loved me. I learned to reach, grab, and hold on to things. I stood unassisted, and then I learned to let go and walk.
In my senior year, I had to learn how to sleep . . ..”
–Raking Leaves in the Wind/Chapter 32 – Our Times, They Were A-Changin’