I remember trying to learn how to ride my bike outside our apartment in Stabb Court. Maybe 4 years old, I fell down and cut my knee. My dad came out, and instead of helping me up and seeing if I was OK, he grabbed me by the back of the neck and then proceeded …
Not exactly sure about the exact timeline, but it was while we lived in Stabb Court. I was probably 4 years old and the babysitter was a guy who lived 3 or 4 doors down. I don’t remember his first name, but his last name was Adams. He made a tent down in the basement, …
My earliest memory is of being in the kitchen of our apartment in Stabb Court, in St. John’s, NL. Canada. I was in the kitchen with my mother and all I remember her saying was “keep it down, your father is coming”. With that I turned and ran for the door, running directly into my …