~ Growing Without Roots ~

My childhood was amazing and unique. In fact, it ruined my life in many ways. I remember when I was seven, listening to the radio in my parents' room in Australia, eyes closed, lying on the rug with my head on a pillow, the sound of the branches and leaves blowing in the wind outside. I often wonder, is this a dream and am I still in Australia? Will I wake up and be able to do it all differently? Or is this my life and my memories will always be an albatross around my neck?

1947 St Joseph's Hospital

My dad was going to Texas A&M University when I was born. I don't remember it, actually. However, I have been told that my mother was so damned hot that she took 2 or 3 showers a day. When she went into labor, they called an ambulance to take her from College Station to St Joseph's Hospital in Houston. When they loaded her on the stretcher, her Cocker Spaniel, Muffin, jumped up on her stomach. I always say I was born with pawprints on my forehead.