If things got to out of hand, Mom would quietly tell me to get my coat and meet her upstairs in her room where she would comb my hair as I continuely asked,"where are we going?"
We went to the movies and the movies opened up a new world for me to retreat to in my day dreams. King Kong was my frist memory.I cried so bad when he was being short down;Mom had to drag me home because I was so overcome with grief.
Mom always instilled in us that we were human beings frist. Until it was put clearly in my face,I never thought I was defferent so I with all the other children in in my world had the cinderella-snow white syndrome. Before we got our first TV(Mom bought off one of those truck that came from the city) we sat around the radio and listen to amos and andy,the whistler,lone ranger,the shadow and soap oprahs.
When Mom was home, the radio stayed on all day and I learned the words to all the music. When Mom put me on stage at the ripe old age of six I found the one area of my life in which I was in control of my life and everyone around within hearing of my voice because I always got a standing ovation. In the real world I slowly retreated within myself and clung even tighter to Moms apron strings.