Female |
December 28 1957 |
Hagerstown, MD USA |
I was adopted by a military career family, my father was then a major. My mom was an avid reader, who taught me to read at the age of two. I remember the first poem she taught me: "One misty moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I met an old man, clothed all in leather. He began to compliment And I began to grin: How do you do and How do you do again." I don't remember who wrote it. |