One dark, cold night while my mother just finished dinner of knockwurst and sourcraut and beer she felt me hitting inside her. She knew I was coming soon. At about 12:30 my mother went to the hospital where the most fantastic, curious, spectacular child was born at 1:20 am. I was chubby and full of hair on my head. I weighed in at about 7 pounds 8 ouces. After staying for a while at the hospital I went to my apartment in Summit where they just recently added onto.

When I was young, about 6 or less months old, my mother nicknamed me thud because I would always fall off of things such as bookcases, beds, etc. I was always moving and getting into things and messing things up.

By the age of three, I was drawing pictures on everything with anything I could get my hands on. In the middle of kindergarten I moved to where I live now. About a month later, I fell on my lip and I can still remember the blood that splattered all over the bathtub. I needed stitches and when they took them out it was messed up and now I have a big lip.

My first interest in becoming a surgeon came in fourth grade and now I have books and rat brains and kits. I have other hobbies too besides falling off things. They are dissecting, writing and making movies with my friend Jerry. By fifth grade we made seven films and wrote a bunch of humor magazines and dissected 2 bull frogs, one grasshopper, one crayfish, and four tree frogs. I would never kill an animal, especially a wild one, but the same for domestic. I am also a male chauvenist and am against women’s lib definitly!