In an attempt to trace my early life, two scenes come to the surface. In the first one, I can deduce the year is 1951, Mario (Number 13) is a year and three months old, and I (Number 12) am 3 years and three months. The scene takes place in the driveway under the shade of the house. It is mid-morning. Present are Father, Mario, and me. The weather feels like early spring. Mario is strapped to a high chair. His body is round, his legs and arms are small, he cannot walk or talk, and he is curious. I walk and run around his chair playing peek-a-boo, he giggles, and that makes me happy. Even though I’m small and I don’t talk, I’m well aware of what I’m doing and can understand commands.
(SAMPLE OF BOOK I)
CHAPTER 8—A NEW BEGINNING