I lit a lot of things on fire, I started reading at three, I loved school until 3rd grade, I didn't swear at all till I was 9, and I was naive as all hell
I was raised around the counterculture...I had love beads, long hair, I lived in the country and due to zoning, I ended up in an elementary with a bunch of rich kids...they thought I was wierd, but that was o.k., I felt bad for them, that they were wrapped up in their own version of neo-McCarthyism. But before that time, I listened to the Doors and the Beach Boys post-Pet Sounds, hung out in my yard and made pets out of all the creatures who were brave enough to venture into my realm. My mom ran an import business/head shop, which was cool. Carly
