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My first memory is getting my ass whupped by my grandfather for peeing on the couch during the night. Can't say he didn't warn me the evening before. The next distinct memory is my mother bringing me outside as my father got home from work and him lifting out this huge tricycle, I must have been about three. I believe it was for my birthday. My next memory is sitting on my father's lap at my mother's funeral asking questions the following early summer and not really understanding what was going on.
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