childhood, aging, eating
You did nothing but drool until the age of eight, the same year you finally learned to read. You were-to put it mildly-developmentally challenged. Social interactions were learned painstakingly, almost as painstakingly as piano. All those plunked-out notes over so many afternoons. Your music teacher was nothing short of a saint.
"Letter to Myself,"
Inscape: Vol. 38:
1, Article 14.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol38/iss1/14