we moved to Sebring florida during my sixth grade year. we rented our house out in Seminole.
mom taught at a low income black school and i went to a white public school. this was before busing.
this was a hard year for us both. i learned many sexually indecent things from class mates and was even more drawn into isolation. i ran away twice during this time period and had my first cigarette.
we would drive back to the beaches near Seminole and stay in a motel. my moms loneliness was great she would go out at night and after she left i would go out to check who left their cars unlocked.
she met Jimmy Swain during this time period. he played the base guitar in a bar band on the beaches.
our house in Sebring was a small one with about 7 citrus trees on the property. in my boredom i would go and dig ‘fox holes’ in the ground. we had tangerine, grapefruit, and kumquat and oranges. in the winter the air would be thick with smoked burning tires and heat pots to keep the citrus orchards from frost. the towns claim to fame was a 24 hour nascar endurance race, you could hear the cars thundering all night.