I’m celebrating my birth for the entire month. Here, it’s going to be memories from every year of life.
I was born at the end of the 70s. My memories from the first years of my life are mainly stories I have been told.
Story 1: Apparently, I died the day I was born. I was deprived of oxygen long enough to cause a stroke on the right frontal lobe. That led to the diagnosis of cerebral palsy with left-sided hemiplegia.
Story 2: On days when I had therapy, my mother would take me to Manhattan by Subway. My mother’s best friend was a nurse at the same hospital. After therapy, we would visit her in her office, and I would play or snack or nap under her desk.
Story 3: On one of the train rides back home after a long day in the city… Mom and Molly let me sit on the crowded rush hour train. A lady near us was complaining that a kid shouldn’t be on the train… I don’t remember exactly what she said… but my mother made this woman shut up right quick with her explanation.
Story 4: When I was very young, we went to Puerto Rico. This was while my mother’s parents were still married. I would sit with my grandfather, and when he had a drink… I also had to have a drink.
Indomitable Bellatrix 