My younger sister was born in July a little more 23 months after I was. I could not have been much older than 2 years old because I was wearing swim trunks this day and in an attempt to "help" my mother I ran my hand and arm in a old ringer washing machine rollers while trying to wash my sister's diaper. My first of many trips to the emergency room in my life. I still have the scar on my inside of my right index finger where the rollers ripped the skin. I have a memory of my mother being pregnant with my sister, but I don't know if it is from a photo of her at the time or an actual memory.
