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I Used This Map to Find a Happy Childhood
I was haunted by painful memories of growing up. But when I started tracking every county I’d ever visited, I found a better way of seeing my past.
My memories of childhood used to begin with this one: I am eight or nine years old, in a carpeted spare room in my grandparents’ house —where my family lived at the time. I am hungry. But my dad doesn’t offer me food.
Instead, he says, “Why don’t you eat some Christian crackers?”