What I can remember in my youth after the very first traumatic experience, only known by way of a story my mom explained to almost everyone we've met as in my younger days, say five up until ten, my mom would show my scars to everyone by moving back my hair showing a long scar and a boomerang scar which according to my mom in her very words I was going to bed. My dad was over, visiting me at my mom's and her second husband Joe, and my dad brought his German shepherd dog that night. As I was on my way to bed, the dog lunged at me, biting me by my head as I was two years old and dragging me around like a rag doll, my mom was in shock, but she had so much adrenaline flowing my mom Anna stood up and jumped towards the dog grabbing the dog's jaws and prying his teeth from my head as blood is gushing my mom grabs a towel and wraps my head in the towel to compress the bleeding. Anna and Joe loaded me up in the car and headed for the hospital, realizing the couple forgot their son Tony my half-brother and had to turn around, go back to the house to grab the newborn and head to the emergency room at the hospital.