The more I think about that picture that Hastywords posted of me, the one where she tried to convince you that I was a cute and fairly normal baby, the more upset I become. How dare she trivialize my freaky childhood in such a callous manner!
You all know I love babies. I rarely meet as baby that I don’t find adorable. But even I shudder when I see pictures of me as a child. Okay, I admit that the picture of me I did in the last post, the one where I was hatching out of an alien egg, might have been overstating the case just a bit. But I was not an attractive baby…
Even my older brother Jack seemed to be a little unsure as to what exactly it was that his parents had brought into the house.
Later on, when my personality began to assert itself, he became more proactive. He took steps to try to fix whatever the heck it was that was wrong with me…
But when the exorcism failed, they just did the only thing that was left to do. They stuck me behind bars…
I am not sure why they felt the need to use my playpen for storage of so many things besides just me, but hey, this was before the invention of Child Protective Services. We didn’t have car seats yet. In fact, we didn’t even have to wear the seat belts that some cars had. We were living on the wild side.
Pouring My Art Out 
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So, not only did they overload your playpen with boxes, they also dressed you in pink! So cute!
It was the 60’s… there were no rules.
Then it should be psychedelic!
I do lots of those…
I climbed out of my play pen…lol I had room to do so though
I was almost killed in an avalanche.
it looks like it!
They didn’t save that picture…
i wonder why..lol
Lawsuit!
Did I spell lawsuit right?
exactly
yay… what are the odds?
i know eh?
sppppttt