In second grade, I got in trouble for reading Ozma of Oz in class. I thought this was unfair, as I had finished my assignment. When I told my mother what had happened, she went up to school and told my teacher to let me read Oz.
I was born in St. Louis, Missouri. My father sold agricultural chemicals. He was transferred so often that I went to twelve schools in five states before seventh grade. I didn’t like moving at the time, but I think it gave me a yen for travel.