My Memories of my Childhood are primarily very joyful despite having two older sisters who were relentless in the negative actions towards me and a Father who was a strict disciplinarian. Today it would be termed abusive. They all were, except for my beloved grandfather and my somewhat distant mother. I spent much of my time alone, drawing and painting - artistic pursuits. I knew even then, I was different but made the most of it and why I still have such wonderful memories. Even back then I relied heavily on my dreams for an escape. I can still recall so many of them vividly. It's quite amazing to me.
~ Tutte ~
