Wow, I've led a pretty nomadic life, with my family and then later on my own. From humble Pawlet, Vermont to Paris, France, I've lived in more houses than I can count on two hands.
I'll start with humble Pawlet. Here's what I remember:
- Here's where I grew up from 0-5 years. I was the youngest of three little girls.
- In the winter, the snow was always above my head.
- My mother might say I had issues as a small child. I got into naughty things like pills and rat poison. But somehow made it through ok...
- When I was less than 2, my mother took us girls back to England to live while my parents' marriage was on the rocks. Luckily, Papa got a grip, he and Mummy patched things up and we moved back to good old Pawlet.
- We started going to church—all the way in Glens Falls, New York!
- Our house burned down. We lost most of our belongings. But it meant we got to build a shiny new house! While the new house was being built, we stayed in our friends the Winpennys' sugar house for the summer.
- I loved leotards—I wore them all the time.
- I loved the color purple.
- I loved drawing and still remember what I got for my 4th (?) birthday: a carousel filled to the brim with Crayola crayons. I will never forget that.
- My best friend Aura Joy lived next door. One day I cut all of her hair off. Her mom was mad.
- I liked to cut my own hair too. That's why I always had short hair.
- I fell off the rope swing behind the house. It knocked the wind out of me.
- We had sheep outside. When our sheep Jemimah gave birth to a little lamb, my parents let me name him. I named him Butt Lamb because he would run after you and try to butt you like a goat. Butt Lamb was dirty white with a black face. I loved him. Whatever happened to butt lamb?
- In 1985, Papa got offered a job preaching at a church in Boothbay Harbor, Maine. So, we packed up our belongings and, on my fifth birthday, we upped and moved away.