Growing up was rough. Most of the responsibility of taking care of my ever-growing family was put on me. I was in over my head -- Joyce would not leave my side; Carl had eye problems; Betsy lost a leg. Finally, I was like, 'I cannot raise any more stuffed animals. I have no time to myself. It is my body. It is my choice.' Eventually, they all left home to join the Salvation Army.
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