Another place that I had to live in was Pap’s cabin which was where My father lived. It's a log cabin across the river in Illinois, three miles from St. Petersburg. My experience there was quite the contrary to St. Petersburg. It was a terrible time for me there. I would advise you to never go there. Obviously, I was forced, but I suggest that you don’t go there on your own free will. The cabin had swinging doors and floor boards and all. We had use some old horse blanket to keep the wind from getting into the cabin. It was nice initially as I got to skip school and nobody bothered me about my manners any more. But then things started getting difficult. Often times, Pap would go out to town and get drunk. During these times, he would lock me in this little shack, many times it was solitary confinement for days. He made sure I could not escape. Sometimes I did not even have enough food to survive these lonely long periods of captivity. When he came back, he was still drunk. Pap used to get very angry when he was drunk. When he got back, he would always beat me. His attitude was the complete opposite of those of the people in St. Petersburg. He thought that getting an education was not important. He believed that since nobody in their family had gotten an education, I did not need to either. So believe me when I tell you that you should not go anywhere near my old Pap's cabin if you ever visit the free state of Illinois. Pap might be dead now, but I am still scared of being in that cabin to this day.