We lived in a small, one-bedroom apartment in Birmingham the year I was 5. Daddy had committed to a job and our family maintained our home in Decatur on weekends and the apartment during the week. Kindergartens were few and far between, but mother had worked her magic and enrolled me at South Avondale Baptist Church kindergarten. I was quiet and shy. My teacher, Mrs. Lanning was an absolute angel and brought me out of my shell.

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— Freelance columnist Wendy Lang writes Chatterbox. Send news and high resolution photos to chatterbox35603@gmail.com.

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