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Mine started from day 1, when I was about 6 years old. My mother walked me to a brick bldg which was 1 long city block away from our apt. It was in fact, a grammar school though I had no idea what it was at the time. We went in and up to the 4th floor where there was a landing with a bench by a door. My mother told me to sit on the bench and she said "Now you be a good boy Tommy" and turned around and walked down the stairs. I had no idea what this place was and I felt like my mother was throwing me away. I called for her to come back but she just ignored me and kept on going. I started crying and yelled after her to come back but she just kept on going down the stairs.
Suddenly the door opened and a lady came out, she probably heard me crying, and invited me into the room. The room was pretty big and it was full of kids around my age. It wasn't long before I stopped crying and started playing with all the kids.