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I guess I should start out by saying that I grew up a normal boy, interested in baseball, football, and girls. My folks married young, and my big sister Rhonda was born when my Mom and Dad were just 18. I came along just two short years later.
Our family lived on a small farm in central Illinois, and the small town I went to school in didn’t have a lot of cute girls. Actually, my sister Rhonda was the best looking girl in the school.
When I was 13, my