Two or three nights before we left my dad, I had ten pennies laying on the dresser that had been given to me and I was excited about what I was going to buy with them (back then you could buy quite a bit of treats with ten pennies). I went to bed happy and woke up to see my pennies gone. I knew right away, what had happened to my little treasure. My temper flared; my mother took me by the hand and said, "Don't say anything about the pennies being gone because your daddy will whip you." I had to keep my mouth closed even though I was upset, but even back then I vowed "I Won't Be Denied." When...