How a Childhood on the Margins Left Its Mark

By CL Bledsoe — NOT ANOTHER TV DAD

When I was a kid, we lived at the top of a big hill. The world sloped down below us, to a flat valley bordered by a lake — The Lake, our overgrown stock pond, where we grew catfish and buffalo fish to sell in our fish shop. A bunch of neighborhood kids would climb up from the neat houses clustered around the back foot of our hill, those not too scared…