“It was difficult to be a holiday dad. He wanted to do the kind of parenting that dailiness allowed. The issue came up every year through elementary school and junior high, and always I put him off. It wasn't easy to say no. I loved him and I could see how much he wanted this chance; I even played sometimes at sharing his wishes: I want to come, but not this year, maybe next. In my heart, the choice was always clear. I was comfortable with my mother. Things were easy between us. I had my friends..., and my routine, and I feared change. By the time I was a junior in high school, the topic of swapping households had ceased to come up. Then Leslie remembered a program from her days at L.A. High. Bright students who had fulfilled most of their college requirements could enroll early at UCLA. You spent the mornings in high school, finishing up the last units of English and P.E., and in the afternoons took a class or two at the university. Leslie seemed under the illusion, along with my high school counselor, that I was an accomplished student, but my bad habits at the high school were starting to show.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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