I never felt comfortable with the adoptive parents.  I don’t think they knew how to be parents.  I probably didn’t know how to be a son, either. And, I stayed pretty much to myself.  I had a fairly active inner life.  I certainly didn’t relate to much of anything they related to. They sent me away to school when I was nine, ten years old, not to have me around.  So that was fine. It was all right.  I took care of myself.