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This is a post I started when I wrote Monday May 1 blog.  Happy Mental Health Awareness Month.  

All I can picture is me and Karin playing on the living room floor.  I was 3 and Karin was about 8.  It is just a still picture of me standing and Karin sitting on the floor.  Playing with our Weebles wobbles and little people toys.  This was 1976.  Is that right? That I was 3 in 1976?  Okay so if little mama (my dad's grandmother died in 1979, I would been like 5 years old.  That is when my family noticed selective mutism, the dog bite, (don't worry about it Karin, it is not your fault for letting me in that gate where TJ was), and getting my tonsils taken out. All that happened in 1979 before I started kindergarten.   Then all I remember about the yellow bike with a banana seat was that my dad built it for me. I called it my yellow porche.  Me and Karin was up and down Broadmoor riding our bikes.  All I remember was I was on the black and yellow banana seat and my dad was hanging on the handle in the back of the bike teaching me h...