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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Ever wonder what it would be like to grow up in a car?
I grew up homeless in the ‘60s, traveling from one end of Route 66 to the other. Seven children and our parents packed into an old broken-down car, stealing or begging for food and gas to get to the next town. Occasionally, we would move our carload of belongings into a house, with or without permission of the owner, and stay for a month or two. Sometimes we lived in a tent by a river. We were usually cold and hungry. It is only by the grace of God that I am alive today to tell you my story.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Ever wonder what it would be like to grow up in a car?
I grew up homeless in the ‘60s, traveling from one end of Route 66 to the other. Seven children and our parents packed into an old broken-down car, stealing or begging for food and gas to get to the next town. Occasionally, we would move our carload of belongings into a house, with or without permission of the owner, and stay for a month or two. Sometimes we lived in a tent by a river. We were usually cold and hungry. It is only by the grace of God that I am alive today to tell you my story.