Johnny's World: The Beginning

By John W. Sangwin

This book explores the influence one child has in helping another child become accepted in a world that isn’t always friendly. It is a Family Book. It will relate, stimulate and create memories that even the mind can’t hide. Enjoy, as you become a part of “Johnny’s World.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: John W. Sangwin
• Release date: Dec 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9781641116985

John W. Sangwin

John W. Sangwin is the author of the Johnny's World series. Now retired from the Port Arthur, Texas I.S.D, he lives in Port Arthur with his wife Pat where he serves as a Bible study teacher at his local church.

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CHAPTER 1

A New Start

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oving day was longer and not what I expected. We were on the road for what seemed forever and didn't even reach our new hometown. Dad insisted that we would feel better about the move if we got a good meal and some needed rest. All Mom wanted was a soak in a tub and what she called beauty sleep. Dad chuckled at that, which got him a poke in the ribs.

No one asked me what I wanted, nor did they ever ask if I even wanted to move. I think they just figured, Oh, Tinsley is just a kid, so he'll do what we say. At least supper was good, and I enjoyed a great big banana split with a cherry right on top! The next morning, along with the roosters (and yes, I heard one), we were right back on the road.

This whole move came about because Dad got laid off from his job. He was there for five years and made a very good wage, from what I heard Mom say. Mother was a schoolteacher in a Christian school. It was the summer, so she had resigned and planned to find work at the public school.

We were moving from a city in the East to a small town in the South. I was ready to get to our new life. The town was known to me as Appleton, USA. Dad had received an offer to work for a manufacturing plant that processed apples and turned them into other products. He would be a plant manager, which sounded important, but Dad said he would make a lot less than back East.

As we drove into Appleton, I thought, I sure could use a tall glass of apple juice from that new job of Dad's. He had located a house not far from his job and close enough to the school I would attend, so I could either walk or ride my bike. It appeared to be a quiet