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My Ivy League Education, An Autobiography: 1967-71, Wayne Taylor

Inscape

I was seven years old, leaving what I thought was Eden for the northeastern United States. The jungle, our backyard, a tangled and mysterious playground filled with loud birds, lizards , and an occasional snake, fell away in the noise and rush of Managua and the scream of propellers. Nicaragua slipped into memory: hunting iguana on hot Sunday afternoons, the warm chatter of rain on our tin roof, and volcanoes to the south and west, smoking redly through the nights. Left behind was the string hammock woven with bright red and green designs in which my sister and I had …