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We Are The Sandburgs: A Story Of My Life

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This is the story of my life. I remember on August 24, of 1884 my two older sisters come home and say Carl we are different people. I was slightly confused what she meant by that, but then she started to explain. “What” I ask and they say we are no longer the “Sandbergs” we are the “Sandburgs”. “CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!” The sounds I heard when I graduated from the 8th grade. I never really liked school, so when I was thirteen, I decided to leave. When I left school, I became a Milk Wagon driver. Then I felt like fog that just crept around from job to job from being a Porter, a Bricklayer, Hotel Servant, etc. I had to make money to help support my family which cost my education.
Then I had to go off to college and then is when I joined the Poor

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