Monday, March 22, 2010

A Slight Detour From The Book, Me at About 8 or 9 Months (?)

Must have been my Edward G. Robinson phase.

1 comment:

Chandra Garsson said...

It looks like I was already shielding myself from the blows my mother dealt me. My first overt memory of it is from when I was two and a half. She punched me in the nose and the blood wouldn't quit for a while. She sat me on the toilet and she blotted at my face with a washrag, and a look of horror on her face. I think she wondered if I would die.