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David was very depressed. His parents had been killed in an airplane accident. He’d been uprooted from his neighborhood and his school and moved out to his grandparent’s farm. There were no neighbors near the Snyder’s farm. The nearest house was two miles away and they had no kids his age. The nearest kids his age, outside of his aunts and uncles, lived six miles away. He found that out on the school bus.
His aunts and uncles were his age. His father had been born when his grandmother was seventeen, then his grandparents hadn’t had any more kids for a while. There were fertility problems and twenty years passed until their next child was born.
He had five aunts and uncles. His uncle Ted was seventeen, and his twin aunts, Alice and Joan, were fourteen, a year and a half older than David was. His Uncle John was two months older than he was and his Aunt Susan was a year younger. She had just turned twelve but she was still his aunt.
He wasn’t getting along very well. His aunts and uncles acted as if he were an intruder, especially John. He slept in the same bed with John but they hardly said a word to each other. He didn’t know anything about living on a farm. They got up early in the morning and had chores to do. He’d never been up that early and had trouble getting awake. He didn’t know how to do the chores anyhow. Each time he tried to help he messed it up, like the time he had tried to milk the cow. Every time he tried, one of them would say, “Let me do that, you don’t know how.”, and take the job over. He felt useless.
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