
My response starts something like this: Well, I was born at a very young age. . . .
On June 4, 1958, Chet and Briar Walker loaded six kids and all their belongings in a Ford sedan and a two-ton truck, and left Sugar Tree Ridge, Ohio for Alaska. So began the journey that made me who I am today for I was only five years old and therefore destined to grow up a Alaskan homesteader on the frontier rather than an Ohio farm boy. We homesteaded a piece of land in Happy Valley a few miles south of Ninilchik on the Kenai Peninsula. Here I lived the for six perfect years of an ideal childhood. Then my father died and we moved to Anchorage, a broke and broken family. That first summer living in Anchorage far from all I held dear was both challenging and terrifying, but I survived. Years later, when I was forty, I spent summer mornings writing a novel that told that story. Many of the details and events were changed — my dad was not a fisher, for example — but the flow of experience and many of the foolish adventures actually took place. The water balloons and the rides in the that Corvette Stingray, as well as many more adventures actually occurred during that Secondhand Summer in 1965. For literary and personal reasons, names and many details are changed. So don't look for yourself in this story.

While the book listed as story for middle schoolers, I have tried to make it a story that adults can enjoy too. Give it a try and tell me what you think.
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