Muagrave Ph. D., Charles

When I was 4 1/2 years old, I remember being sent to my room for a nap, but instead of resting, I practiced printing alphabet letters - all over my newly papered bedroom wall. What I most recall about that day was having to stand behind the dinette door, perched next to my mother's old Singer sewing machine, until I apologized for my misbehavior. I couldn't understand why I was being punished for all my hard work, so I stood there for what seemed like hours, rather than say the simple words, "I'm sorry." Fortunately that inauspicious beginning didn't dull my enthusiasm for writing. I share thi...