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A star is born.

Let's leave it at that, right?

Okay.

So when I was first born, I went to my aunt's house. My mom and dad moved in with her

because she has a flat house, one level, and my mom couldn't walk up and down the stairs. Okay.

So my dad is doing everything. He grew up. He had three sisters, but his family all had kids.

He was helping raise those kids.

Nobody knows what to do but him.

And my Aunt Grace, which is my dad's oldest sister, which Aunt Grace did know wrong.

I mean, Aunt Grace was God to my dad.

And so my mother's like, eh, let them do whatever they want.

I'll just lay here and watch TV.

It's fine.

So I'm an infant, and then weeks go by. Now we move back to our house with the steps up and down, and I'm in a little seat, one of those seat things. They don't have all the gizmos and gadgets they have now. It was just a plastic seat thing. And I'm on the dining room table.

And my mother's sitting there on the telephone with the cord that goes into the kitchen, right?

Well, I must have been dancing in my seat because that seat went boom, boom, boom, boom,

and I fell off the dining room table. And my mother called my dad at work, which you never did.

She just never did that, ever had to call him, nor ever again after this.

So she calls my dad at work and said, oh, my God, the baby fell off the dining room table,

come home.

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