I didn't know the Trix rabbit until I had kids of my own, but... you and I share some basic things in regards to our childhood. My "illness" was to have a very old mother, grandmother and no father around. They claimed to love me so much that they wanted to keep me under glass on the mantel piece. I was too heavy for the mantel, but I was sure kept inside, sometimes in the basement. Same effect.



<font color=blue>"Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt" --Shakespeare</font color=blue>