Was just trying to remember if I have or have had memories from when I was three years old. The year would have been 1970. I was living in Tarkio, Missouri, a small, midwestern college town. My dad was working as a bank auditor and my mom, on her second pregnacy, stayed home with me.

We lived in a small, one-story home a few blocks from my Dad's folks. Aside from my dad's travel for work (which was fine with me) we were a close family.

Tarkio college was private and I can only imagine it was where Eastern families sent their renegade, drug addict children. One of my earliest memories is of my Grandmother sheparding me back into the house while some college students were marching down the nearby sidewalk. I vaguely remember the students barefoot, long stringy hair, bell bottom jeans and the rest of their bodies exposed and painted with stars and other odornment. I don't remember any conversation about who they were or why they were barely clothed and painted, but I remember feeling scared - like they were out of control and who knows what they might do next!