There's not much I remember about Kentucky − 1 April, 1986

We only lived in Lexington for three years and my early memories are often snapshots: sitting at a window, my cat Tubs in a box, Adam Garrett with his red hair ... but I do remember the first and only time my dad spanked me. My younger sister, Dad, and I were walking down our street. It was in the afternoon, and the sun was shining. I said something to Jamie - apparently nothing nice - and the next thing I knew I was in the corner of my bedroom screaming. My dad's face was all red, his forehead was wrinkled up like a bulldog, and he was towering over me. I was so scared; I kept trying to get closer to the wall as if I could break through and run out of my room, out of the house, away from this man. Tears were streaming down my face and I was pleading with him to stop. He snarled, "Don't you ever talk to your sister like that again." Even now, I have no idea what I said to her.