I don't want anyone to think I had a terrible and severely abused childhood. There was one incident that I can only barely remember. It had to happened about the age of 3 or 4. I was using the potty (#2 I recall, I was sitting and not standing). There was a small in the wall gas heater next to the toilet burning. There was also a waste basket. There was also a roll of toilet paper. I think that when you mix a roll of toilet paper, a gas heater and 4 year old and a waste basket, I think you can see the eventuality. That's right, a small fire in the waste basket. My dad came into the bathroom, said, "So you like to play with fire,......---he stuck my left hand into the burning waste basket... It must have burned nearly all the back of my hand, because I still have a scar about the size of a silver dollar. I don't think there was any sadism involved. I don't think he thought he was going to hold my hand in the fire until it blistered. I do know I was careful about setting fires in the future though. Not a light hearted story but part of my past anyway and that is what this blog is for, biographical information. For all of you that would like to put any stories on this site, please let me know and I will start a page for you....I will of course have the final editing rights as to what appears or not...my self, like a rattlesnake, have my limits on what I will do. I know there are marvelous stories just waiting to be put forth, so come on with them. Fawn, Susan, Denise, Bea, Tom, let's go now, I'm sure you all have stuff you would like to tell. Here's your golden opportunity.