I had one of those childhoods. I had one of those childhoods you don't realize is atypical until you go out into the world and meet people who think you're Amish or Catholic. I had a contracted childhood; I don't suppose I had much of a childhood at all. I had one of those childhoods marked by pain and worry. I had one of those childhoods that teaches you how to internalize pain. I learned not to cry. I learned what it means to be strong, or at least, I thought I did. I had one of those childhoods landmarked by funerals . I seem to have a preponderance of childhood memories that involve death. I guess that's the curse of being the youngest in a big family. I remember Grandma Carrie's calling hours. I remember hearing that Grandpa Spencer's emphysema was so bad that he could no longer get out of bed. I remember Dad preaching the Gospel at the funeral. I remember hearing him say that Grandpa didn't deserve to go to Heaven, but that...