When I was 4 we loved on G st. My mother was a stay home mother so she watched a boy after he got out of Kindergarden. D B would come over always filled with news of what was going on in his classes. He would tell me everything! Everything to the point that I was learning right along with him. At the end of the year, I knew how to read as well as write and andd a few numbers.

When my mother took me in to go to Kindergarden I was bored. The teacher started asking what I knew and I read every book brought to me did the different math problems that were given to me. I knew so much they put me in first grade. But that is getting ahead of myself. After DB would share with me what was going on and have me read all the books he brought home we would play. He was my best friend. I can remember after we moved how much I missed him.

We were still in the same house. The one behind the Rupps in downtown Salida and I was about 2 and a half. The parents had just told my brother Tim and me that we were going to go to some place with water (a lake, pond or river that had a sandy area) where exactly I am not sure and neither does anyone else.

We, my brother and I, were so excited about going we ran across the alley to go tell the Rupps, just like any other excited 2 and 4 year old would do. I was right in front of Tim.

WHAM!!!!!

Time got hit by some kid on a dirt bike. Tim's head hit a rock in the alley and was bleeding all over. My mother was out in seconds. For some reason I remember the kid did a hit and run. He jumped on the bike and took off. His father, the owner of a motor cycle shop called and appologized.
My mother took Tim into the bathroom to wash him off so she coud see where the injuries were on his body. Seeing the hole in Thims head she took him to Penrose Hospital. Needless to say we didn't go to the water. But before shee took my brother to the hospital she made sandwiches to take along in case someone got hungry.

I think I am going to try and write a bit of my life story. I have been wanting to get it down so it will go here. Maybe using the writing I will be able to get more out of my time here and have it be good.

We will see

The highs and lows of my days seem to be extreem. I read them and think there is no way this happened so but I realize it did. I don't just go through life in a calm way. With kids that is impossible. With kids there are wars and rumors of war. Alliances, peace treaties and pacts. And in the blink of an eye all that is washed out the window and war has begun again. But in the calms things happen that are often funny. For instance....

Tonight B asked me what was in a bottle and if it was syrup. Before I could answer W said, "that is the food we bought to feed the bee mom is going to keep."

Of course I was laughing.....B managed to turn the bottle arond and read.

It was honey.

He laughed as well and said, "good one W"

We had a good day over all!!!

Sometime afer I was born we lived in a house right behind the Rupps house downtown Salida on C st.

I used to toddle over to their house to be played with, I say "to be played with" because that is exactly what I was. I was Laura, Jennine, or Sharron's doll in their individual games. Jennine' was playing with me and the always spoild Sharron cane in and wanted to play iwth me. So she grabbed me. Jennine wasn't don and a fight began. Me in the middle.
Tug-o-war was the game now and I was the rope. After a few minutes of this I went home. My mother didn't notice anything wrong till a bit later. I wasn't using my left arm much. As a matter of fact I didn't use it at all. So she took me to the doctor. I had my arm pulled till my shoulder was dislocated. I  remember the pain as it was popped back into place as I reached fore a lolipop.

I went home and was back to playing...and being played with. I don't know if anything happend to Sharron. I do know that Jennine was severly reprimanded by her mother for not letting Sharron play with me.

I am told on the day I was born, the admitance nurse told my father that the hospital wasn't going to admit my mother unless my father could prove he could pay for my birth. This was something he couldn't do. He couldn't pay in full.

And that was teh start of a very intersting thing that I call "My Life".

I believe I respond to live the way I do because of things that have happened in my life.

Two of my earliest memories are....

My mother talking to someone while I sat in  my hich chair. She was talkning about how I was a mistake. The diaphram with foam didn't work. I remember her saying "She is a mistake and now there isn't anything we can do about it! And I (my mother) am not over it yet."

The otehr was sitting on my father's lap as he mumbled wile composing one of his many poems.

Since then...Poetry has always been the way my father and I connected.