Somewhere in Illinois in the mid-1930s, a small boy, my grandfather, felt very tired. So naturally, he took a nap. He inadvertently fell asleep against someone. Grandpa was five or six years old when this happened.
The patient person he used as a bed was at this time in his late teens. This older boy, nearly a man in terms of his age, far exceeded all men in his height, even at his young age. His name was Robert Pershing Wadlow. When he died in 1940, he was twenty-two years old and was 8 feet, eleven inches tall.
The sight of a small boy sleeping against Robert would have made a nice picture, don't you think?
And I thought I had heard EVERY interesting story about my grandfather. Apparently not.
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