My School-Days
Not because my childhood was different from that of others, not because I have anything strange to relate, anything new to tell, are these words written. For th
Not because my childhood was different from that of others, not because I have anything strange to relate, anything new to tell, are these words written. For the other reason rather that I was a child as other children, that my memories are their memories, as my hopes were their hopes, my dreams their dreams, my fears their fears. I open the book of memory to tear out some pages for you others.
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