Until I was six, my family lived in a small two bedroom apartment. My three older brothers shared one bedroom.(bunk beds and a single)

Then there was my parent's bedroom, a living room, the kitchen and a bathroom. I barely remember living there. A tiny glimpse here and there. I never thought much about it until...ugh, therapy.

I asked my mother recently...if the apt. only had two bedrooms, where did I sleep until I was six? I don't remember, although we have home movies that show me climbing out of a crib that was in the corner of my parents bedroom. I was probably two.

My mother scrunched up her face, thought long and hard and said..."Geez, I can't remember."

I asked my one remaining brother...where did I sleep?

"I don't know," he said.

Petunia