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                   I remenber the fist time I got a letter that said "After Five days Return To" on the envelope,
                                and I thoufht that after I had kept the letter for five days I was supposed
                                                                                                        to return 
                                                                                                           it to the sender.

                                                  I remember the kick I used to get going through my parents's drawers looking for rubbers.
                                   I remenber when polio was the woest thing in 
                                                                                w o r d.
                                                                      I remember pink dress shirts. 
                                                                      And bola ties. 
                                                 I remember when a kid told me that those sour clover-like leaves we used to eat (whith little yellow flowes) tasted so sour because dogs pead on them. I remember that didn't stop me from eating them. 
                                                                                                                                                                                             I remember the first drawing I remember doing. It was of 
                                                                                                                                                                                             a bride with a verrrrrrrrrrry long train. 
                                                                                                                                                                                             I remember my fist cigarette. It was a Kent.
                                                                                                                                                                                             Up on a hill. In Tulsa, Oklahoma. With ROn Padgett. 
                         I remember my
                        first
                              erections.
                                        I thought I had some terrible disease or something. 
                                                                            I remember the only time I ever saw my mother cry. I was eating apricot pie. 
                                                                            I remember how much I cried seeing South Pacific (the movie)          
                                                                                 three times. 
                                                                                                                                  I remember how good a glass
                                                                                                                                    of water
                                                                                                                      can taste after a dish of ice cream.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

      

        
          I remember when I got a
            five-yars pin fot not missing sigle morning of sunday scholl for five years. 
                                          I remember
                 when I went to a 'come as your favoirite person'
            party with Marilyn Monroe
                          I remember one of the fist thing I rember. 
                          An ICE box (as opposed to a refrigerator)
                          I remember white margarine ia plastic bag.
                          And a little package of orange powder.
                          You put the orange powder in a baf with a margarine and you 
                              squeeze it all around until the margarine became yellow
                              I remember how mucht I used to stutter.
        I remember how much, in high school, I want
        to be handsome and popular.
                  I remember when, in high school, if you were green and yellow
              on Thursday it meant that you were queer. 
                  I remember when, in high school, I used to stuff a sock in 
                        my underwear.
                
                    I remember
                    when I decide
                    to be a minister.
                    I don't remember
                    when I decide
                    not to be.