My very first memory is of getting stitches. I was three years old, in the bathtub...my Mom sitting near by. I vaguely remember that scene, but don't remember the injury itself. Apparently I started jumping up and down and slipped and cracked my chin on the edge of the tub, splitting it open. What I do remember as clearly as any childhood memory is of laying on a hard, cold table...a really bright light above me making everything else in the background behind it look black...and a pair of green-gloved hands coming toward my face with what looked to my 3-year-old-eyes like a HUGE curved shiny silver needle.

What a way to start your life-time scrapbook of memories, eh?