I never cried when my father died.
Like I said in the story of My Earliest Memory, I remember him kicking me so hard, I went at least 10 or 12 feet. I was only a small child, but that [...]
In the presence of evil.
My first visit to Mount Cashel took place as a class outing when I attended St. Pat’s. I believeĀ it was 2nd or 3rd grade. It was a swimming outing, [...]
Molested by a babysitter at 5 or 6 years old
It’s a very vivid memory, as of late. I remember The Adams family, who lived a few doors down in Stabb Court. When we needed babysitting, my sister [...]
My earliest memory.