Felix and I were very close. We were older than our classmates. Felix, because he had missed a year of school, after being “farmed out” to a farmer, and me because I didn’t like to go to school, and didn’t bother with it.
Felix said that he didn’t get to go to school the year he was farmed out, because there was just too much work to do on the farm. That was in the year of his death that summer.
Actually, I was raised by a wonderfully non-obsessive single mother. When I was ten she informed me that I was free to do whatever I wanted to, she wasn’t going to worry about me in the least.
What better gift can you give a kid than his freedom?