June 30, 1996 |
Sometimes I want to write a book about my life, about my childhood experiences. I think I would call the book Survive, or Survivor, something like that. I don't know. The thought lingers in my head. --Erica Patterson, 18 **** The noise is deafening, ricocheting off the concrete walls, reverberating, clanging, extinguishing any hope of learning. It sounds like a prison. It is not a prison.