Silly Rain Man

Silly wart-mole person.

that was a cover.

I was a serious autist.

I played the piano.

Like my father.

Took lessons. From the dentist’s son. He graduated fron Juliard.

I started horse-back riding at age 10. I loved it at first. But then I got my own horse. That was hard. I was good on rhe flat, but not over fences. Broken crotch. Kneed in the crotch at age 5, 7, I don’t remember. One, two, three, and then you’re supposed to fly over the fence, but I sat on three.

In second grade, Michael stood up on a desk said he was going to kiss me on the playground after lunch. The entire class chased after me, I was terrified. I fell down by the swings. He didn’t kiss me.

I was good at Math.