The moments when we first shared our time with Harding Academy have long since passed. At first , those for whom we now care seemed harsh to us - always standing squarely between us and what they said we were too young to do, or prodding us forward when we wanted nothing more than to watch another take our place. We fought them to change, but in the fioht we ourselves were changed. Neither were they left quite the same, for in touching us they were touched. We shared more than our time with the Academy. It seems we shared our lives. INTRODUCTION / 289
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