I talked to Mom tonight and after we discussed her and Dad flying to see my sister after she has her baby in a few weeks, I finally brought up what happened when I was young.  About four months after I was born, Dad went to Viet Nam and Mom moved to California to be close to her family.  Dad was in Viet Nam for a year and when he came back they had orders to Bergstrom and we moved directly there.  While Dad was in Viet Nam Mom met him once in Hawaii.  I guess she left my sisters with a neighbor and my older brother and I with a relative of a friend--she is not sure if something happened there. 

Anyway, she thinks the most traumatic thing was a few months after I turned two I got sick and she gave me half an aspirin and put me to bed or something--the timeline is still a little fuzzy, there was something about taking girl scouts to a movie and Dad saying I was alright that evening.  The next morning I was grey and limp and Mom took me to the hospital--there was a side note about having to take my older brother since there was no one to watch him and he had to stay out in the car by himself because he wasn't allowed in.  She eventually had to bring him in because he wasn't happy and at some point Dad picked him up from the hospital.  These things just wouldn't happen today--my parents would probably have been charged with child abuse.  Anyhow, I had all kinds of tubes and stuff in my body and I was constrained in the bed as they were trying to get all the aspirin out of my system--according to the doctors I had somehow OD'ed on aspirin.  Mom and Dad are still unsure how that happened--they counted the pills in the bottle, they questioned my sisters, anyhow it is a mystery.  Now I have an allergy to aspirin--which I think I have talked about previously.  I spent about a week in the hospital and Mom and Dad weren't allowed to stay with me, they were only allowed during certain hours.  Supposedly a neighbor was also in the hospital for some surgery and would come to my room and hold me at times when Mom couldn't be there.  According to Mom I was putting Legos together with one hand--in previous versions of the stories there were puzzles that I put together with a hand and a foot.

We talked a little bit about how we always seemed to move in November when it was my little brother's birthday and I was a little jealous that he always got more presents from other people because we were traveling and saw more friends and family, but I digress.  I remember little snippets from my past, but they are weird little snippets.  I remembered the small fish pond at the house in Texas and painting the garage door when we were leaving--of course, we actually painted the entire house inside and out,but I only remember the garage door.  I also remembered a time when we visited Grandma at the lake and we tried to fish.  I think it was the first time I went fishing.  I also remember we stopped in the mountains and looked at a small patch of snow which was the first time I had seen snow.  We got to touch it and play in it a little, but someone told me not to step on it because I could fall through because you never know what is under the snow.  My memories are a lot clearer starting around 1974 when little sister was born.  The memories I have before then are very sketchy, of course my memory is not real clear about anything--I always seem to get flashes of memory when I need it most.

the other thing we talked about was that at some point my teacher came up to my mother and told her to ask her what my IQ was.  Mom thinks it was over 180, but she doesn't remember exactly.  There was also a time when my uncle gave me and one of my cousins who is just a few months older than me IQ tests and everyone was upset that I scored much higher than my cousin.  I think the high IQ is a curse from my Grandma's side.  She was very intelligent and quite crazy.  Maybe I am destined to go crazy at this point in my life.