My Sister Ruth Ann 4 yrs and Me 1 yr old I was born on March 21, 1972 at Fort McArthur Naval Hospital in San Pedro, CA to James Arthur Dorman and Jeanette Ann (Gouveia) Dorman.
My daughter and I at the age of 4I share my birthday with my father... It is kind of cool but also kind of odd. I have one older sister RuthAnn.
From the stories I am told I was quite a handful as a small child. At the tender age of 3 we were living in Bremerton, WA. and as the story goes out back there were these 250 foot tall trees. Well one day the mail man knocked on the door and asked my mother if she knew where I was at. She was under the impression I was in bed taking a nap. Boy was she in for the shock of her life when she found out I was at the top of a tree out back.. With much coaxing they said I eventually came down on my own... Only after I announced that I could see the boats and the water... nearly giving my mother a heart attack.
About the same time, I decided one day to got to the market. Now never you mind that we lived out in the country and there were wild animal sightings frequently. I enlisted another small child into my mission, and we began our hike. Legend has it that a neighbor spotted us a mile down the highway. We only had four more miles to go... Boy did I get into trouble.
The third and final tale I'll recount for you involves me again at the sweet, tender and innocent age of 3. I loved strawberries, and one day I noticed the neighbors strawberry patch. I grabbed my pail and went a harvesting. What I was unaware of at the time was that mama always put sugar on my strawberries. You can't imagine the look on her face when she came outside to check on me and I'd taken one bite out of each strawberry. I tried to explain to her that they were all bad..... Yet she still made me go and apologize for what I had done.
My favorite past time at this phase in my life was catching frogs... I LOVED THEM.
I recall with much sadness the unhappiness I felt already at that age... I vividly remember my mom comming in the bathroom to see why I was crying and I had cried sooo hard that I had a bloody nose and I told her I was ugly
I think this shows the begining of a lifetime of unhappiness, being out of control and having a poor self image. What saddens me is to know how awful I felt sooo young and to know that to this day I still carry the saddness inside of me.
