GREAT PLAINS
My first memory is sitting on the side of a deep sink in our house trailer with my feet in the water and dishes in a drying rack. The sun is shining in through the yellow checked curtains. A bird sings. I'm a little tyke and my Mother is there talking to me. I'm splashing my feet in the water. The phone rings and she goes to answer it in another room. I try to turn around, but slip and fall into the water of the deep sink and can't get up.
My father comes in from work and sees me under the water blue. He jerks me up by the feet and beats the water out of me. And I live.
