Childhood memories

From my research, I believe my parents, having nothing better to do at the time, decided to round out their farm baseball team with child number nine. I was the fifth boy along with four sisters who made up the O’Shields roster. However, little did we know that a pinch hitter in the form of another sister would show up in the next two years.

My early childhood years are filled with lots of memories, some of which I would like to share with you.

I had a memory of a lifetime after I failed to heed my Momma’s orders to get away from the window. I witnessed a tornado heading directly toward our house. I was perhaps six or seven years old at the time. It was a huge mass of dark, swirling debris accompanied by a vicious roar that looked as if it were sent by the Devil himself. I saw it pick up the front end of the meter reader’s truck just as two men ran from the electric meter and

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