Welcome to The Journey
An open book journey of Christopher William Klein
A few months gone! We are not into anything very interesting at this point. This is one of those pages that you can skip over like reading the copyright page of a book. I have some very shallow memories of being one year old, but nothing fun at all. Mostly it was sitting in front of a black-and-white television watching Star Trek. I was fascinated by that show! The rest was trying to take those first steps, mostly in my crib, and watching my brother, Bob, parade girl after girl through the house. They came in all colors, much to Daddy's horror, and all kinds of shapes and sizes. Most of them looked like what I would come to know as Hippies and there was nothing wrong with that, because they all loved the baby! And the baby was ME.
One Thing. Remember that this is the RANT box, and there is one thing that I remember from 1966 when I was still learning to form thought. My crib! It was old, and the paint was peeling. This could fall under a forward-memory because it became a big deal many years later. It was Mom's crib! And it was painted with Lead-based paint. I would chew on that thing all day, because I was never allowed a teeething ring. Dad would not allow such as Sissy thing with one of his boys! I had to be a man, at ONE year old, and suck it up. Appparently, sucking it up meant sucking down a bunch of lead-based paint! But what doesn't kill you...