Impregnating my mother
Ever since I was a little boy I was afraid of thunderstorms, andwhenever there was a particularly violent one at night, I would run tomy parents bedroom and climb into their big king size bed, where mymother would hold me until the storm abated. I literally shook withfear, and only the warmth of her body holding me close, and hersoothing voice could calm me down. One such occasion when I was twelvetook a different twist, we were experiencing the worst storm I had everwitnessed, the thunderclaps...