Wednesday, July 26, 2006

And Then...

...We moved to St. Marks Place on the Lower East Side. Since we all need a good, "We were so poor" story, there was no money for a crib when my parents took me home from the hospital, so I slept in a dresser drawer.



When I was two, we moved to Brighton Beach in Brooklyn near Coney Island. In the summertime, when it was too hot to sleep, my mother would take me to the playground at 4 a.m. and push me on the swings for hours.

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