Permit me to add that the childhood lesson I learned regarding the cost of winning the prize was further reinforced by the auditorium being a huge, icy cold barn of a place with seats that felt like they were carved out of stone. It didn’t take long before my siblings—who had been dragged along to share in my triumph—start looking daggers at me. While my parents bore up admirably, when the ordeal finally ended they made no attempt to slow us kids down in our race to freedom.
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