CompileAthon, the list of life moments.

Early on: On the way to Japan, my dad hung me over the edge of the brass rail of the USS Roosevelt. Upside down. Not by the ankles. I remember my reddish brown shoes slipping off my feet. I was 3?

Pops decided I should play the clarinet. I was 5. 

I discovered the high of the choke out. Passing out is trippy. I was 7. 

Parents had a contemptuous relationship. Father had a guy break into our house. Divorce at 9.

From Catholic school to public dis education at 11.

The caption on my Junior High Yearbook- the Meditator. I was aloof by 13. Self power. Friendly.