1971, laying in my crib looking up i see his face and hear his voice. My diaper gets changed. My bottle is warming in water on the stove top. I'm being held. his words are gentle, and my heart filled with love. My 1st memory of nourishment, security and love.
1972. 2nd memory. I wake in my crib. I stand up and learn my strength can support my weight. I climb out of my crib and see a plastic pumpkin filled with candy. The pumpkin is almost as tall as me. I wander down the hall and step over a floor vent, I feel the warn air coming up. It feels cozy and I wonder about it, but move on. I reach up, turn the knob and the door opens, I wander into the front yard and down the street to the corner gas station.
1973
It's a birthday party at the park. All the kids are playing, running, laughing, but not with me. So I take off running down the road to the end of the park. And like the last time nobody noticed, or seems to care so I keep going. But someone driving by in a black and white car sees me and stops. Were is your family? I point in the right direction. He picks me up, takes me to my family and everyone runs up to us. Thank you officer, for bringing him back.
1974
My mom dressing me in overalls, the two straps over my shoulders and clips over two buttons fastened tight with a pull...