Growing Up at 50 - A Story of Survival
Me at 9 months
Everything in my life -- the good, bad, beautiful and ugly, warts and all, is who I am and what I am, no excuses, no apologies.
I was born on Christmas Day, 1935, in Carson City, Nevada, but until I was 33, I thought I was born on April 2, 1936, in Hawthorne, Nevada.
The family that raised me was extraordinarily dysfunctional. At this stage in my life, I believe they raised me as best they knew how; they just didn't know very much about "how" and they, themselves, came from a very dysfunctional, abusive family. I was their animated little doll-baby and they played with me as a child does with a favorite toy, and with just about as much sensitivity.
I was their Imagination, their Fantasy.
Nobody real.
I was a pretty child, blond, gray-eyed, and sweet natured. In one of the family albums, there is a picture of Shirley Temple when she first became famous. My aunt swore it's a picture of me.
That was my reality. And this is my story.
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