When I had to go for those danged things, Mom always treated me to some white chocolate, that we never found anywhere but down the street in Balboa Park at a special shop.

If you put yourself through that - you ought to treat yourself to something special as a reward

~ I did hate the damned experience!

"Wonderful little man, you did all right!"


I wonder if it didn't make me less pain sensitive all by itself

Gotta look at that - things stuck in you, and nothing you can do to stop it!


*At the time I had no idea, and no choice. I was just taken to have that done to me. FEAR? Too bad....

I was too young to have a voice in it


It was another of the things that changed me


"I NEVER WANT TO BE POWERLESS"