October 6th, 1948, the day I was born. I have a feeling that it was a rather cloudy day or it was dark. The rationale behind such a statement is that almost all my life I have enjoyed the night more than the day time hours. My early years were rather uneventful (as I recall), with only one minor glitch. I was one of the thousands in the early 1950's to contract polio. Notice I said "minor" glitch as I was lucky enough to overcome the disease and it left no lasting physical impairments.
My teenage years were quite normal. Making friends, going to school, "trying" to be a good athlete were all high on my agenda. It was also during this time that I realized I had some talent in art, writing, and being the "counselor" to many of my friends. I failed miserably at becoming the hometown "star" athlete (no talent, too tall with little or no coordination-6 foot tall in 6th grade-and too thin). This was somewhat of a disappointment to me, as I had wanted to make my father (an ex high school and college football star) proud. It wasn't until I confronted him and told him (in tears) that I just wasn't going to be able to play well enough to make him happy; that he told me that he didn't want that and all he wanted was what made me happy. I graduated from High School and looked forward to my "college days"!
I got a drama scholorship and moved into one of the first coed dorms. One side was for the guys, the other for the gals, divided by large lounge and cafeteria. I wish I could say college was a great experience for me, but it wasn't going to be. I went thru the "fraternity" thing which ended in disaster. A week before I was to pledge, I was "outed". Needless to say, not long afterwards was blackballed and humiliated in a way I still don't like to recall! Thus, with a late phone call to my sister, my life took on a different turn. If your still interested in "my" story, you can check out the "Middle Years".
The Middle Years
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