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I Arm-Wrestled my Daddy and I Won!

Among my young memories are arm-wrestling matches with my father. I’d say somewhere between first and fifth grade we would occasionally arm-wrestle at the kitchen table. Whether I’m accurately remembering the exact nature of these playful activities I will never know. Like many old recollections, they seem to be in glimpses in our mind’s eye and since this was not a one-time arm-wrestling contest, the number of variations in my mind remains! I can recall him teaching me the rules...