Note: Some names have been changed.
I don’t remember much about my childhood. I don’t even remember what I did yesterday. I do, however, remember the first chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s stone, word for word. I also remember the title of every episode of Seinfeld, ordered chronologically. This should give you a good idea of my situation.
The years of my life devoted to developing basic human skills were uneventful. Or maybe they were eventful. All I remember is that once I ate Cap’n Crunch in a high chair and noted the abrasiveness of the berry pieces with a high pitched squeal. Another time I mixed every component in an edible chemistry set, assuming erroneously that the result would be edible. I also remember that, at one point, I raised a pair of geese.
The barn across the street from my house on Warren Street was an eyesore. Everyone said so. Far from emanating a rustic charm, the decrepit old shack appeared to be on the brink of collapse. Though Warren county and the surrounding areas are host…
