Did my creation make me cynical?

It was my mother's death that gave me insight as to how I got here in the first place.

It seems that when Dad came home from Korea, Mother went to meet the train in Mobile and since they hadn't seen one another for some time, they engaged in intercourse...without a condom. Yes, they had condoms in 1952.

Nine months later, you guessed it, I was born.

Mom and Dad had been married for seven years when I came along. As I was the first and the last, I was ruined as an only child. The first grand-daughter on my father's side didn't help either. So much was expected of me, little did I realize that when Mother enrolled me in ballet lessons, that my Aunt Hazel would throw a fit. Simply, a Southern Baptist, had high moral standards and she told them, "Frankly, you are condemning her to hell!"

Getting here wasn't a walk in the park. Mom was a slender anemic woman who was sickly. First, she contracted food poisoning from bad chicken salad. Then she was bitten by a scorpion...Dad was stationed in Fort Hood, Texas and the night I was born, the doctors asked Dad which he wanted.

Since was a Frank Breach birth with the umbilical cord wrapped around my throat coming out foot first as the other foot was caught up in the womb, it wasn't an easy delivery. After my treacherous arrival, I had a club foot which they discussed my having to wear a brace to straighten it. Fortunately, and by the grace of God, I was healthy and never had to wear the brace.

Ok, enough of the arrival. Although the foot straightened out by itself, many times during my childhood I made it my goal in life to walk a crooked path, thereby screwing with my parents lives and mine.