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A Look Back In Time: Memoir of a Military Kid in the Fifties (en Inglés)
Bernard N. Lee Jr
(Autor)
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Dwayne Johnson
(Ilustrado por)
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Michele Barard
(Ilustrado por)
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Bernard N. Lee, Jr.
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A Look Back In Time: Memoir of a Military Kid in the Fifties (en Inglés) - Johnson, Dwayne ; Barard, Michele ; Lee Jr, Bernard N.
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Reseña del libro "A Look Back In Time: Memoir of a Military Kid in the Fifties (en Inglés)"
"A Look Back In Time: Memoir of a Military Kid in the Fifties" is a fascinating, insightful, inspiring, and sometimes hilarious chronicle of life while growing up in a military family - Colonel Arnold R. Goodson, United States Army (Retired). When I was a child, we were always moving from one place to another. Making friends was something I looked forward to with an uneasy anticipation. My dad was in the military. We moved, like clockwork, every three years until I was more than twenty-years-old. The things I saw and the places I lived are now a part of history. They form the canvass for "A Look Back In Time: Memoir of a Military Kid in the Fifties." There's Humor: On the farm, the rooster crows before the sun rises and wakes long before a dreaming boy wants to open his eyes. That is another reason why I hated roosters. They don't work like your alarm clock. You can't punch them and then go back to sleep. There's Intrigue: Dad sat in the chair next to the doorway. I plopped down into one right next to him. Although we were sitting just a few inches apart, I felt like I was marooned on Mars. My dad was silent and removed. Once again, I felt abandoned. There's Suspense: As I entered the cobblestone roadway, there was a bright light shining in my eyes. Then, I heard the horn blow and wheels screech. I looked right into the jaws of death. I was headed straight for a military personnel carrier three sizes bigger than a Ford F150. I hit the brakes, braced myself, and waited for the truck to wipe me out! There's Romance: I could still smell the aroma of her perfume long after I could no longer see the greyhound on the back of the bus. There's Something for Young and Old: I invite you to go along so that you can experience what it was like for a young man of color to grow up in the U.S.A. during the fifties. I am excited about the chance to share these memories with you. I hope you will find significant reflections of your own childhood among them.
