You could say in a vulgar Freudian way that I am the unhappy child who escapes into books. Even as a child I was most happy being alone. This has not changed.
In fact I was one of the few trusted people that Lucy allowed to play with their kids. I spent time at their summer home rode horses at their ranch and swam at their beach house. I even spent a Christmas with them at Palm Springs one year.
Dad bought me a toy drum one Christmas and I eventually destroyed it. I...
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