I have some great memories of being little but I had some trauma too.
I�d been sewn up in the E/R 2-3 times by age 8 and had 2 surgeries for a broken arm at 5.
But a silly little traumatic memory for me was about 4.
It was a Saturday. Mom was going to the beauty shop and Dad was working a fence in the pasture. Mom made me a sandwich and told me to walk back and hang with Dad when I got through.
I went back there and I looked and hollered and I couldn�t find him.
They found me crying on the front step of the house about 2 hours later. I thought everybody had left me.
Dad had been working down behind the dam of the pond out of sight. He was pulling wire and never heard me.
