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asked Sharon her name, her age, and who could cook better—her mother or her dad. She

told him her mother cooked better at home and her dad cooked better on camping trips. He
laughed and said she wasn’t letting anyone make her show partiality between her parents.
When Sharon was in the fourth grade, she got to be real bad about leaving her clothes
in the floor. Her room was a mess with clothes hanging out the dresser drawers, on the floor,

and piled on the bed. Her room looked like a disaster area. I talked to her about her room so
many times. I would clean it up, and she’d mess it up again.
One afternoon Sharon was invited to a birthday party on the next block. She came
home from school in a hurry to get to the party. She always had to take a bath before she

could go anywhere. After she left, I walked past her messy room and decided to try a new
trick to cure her sloppiness. I called the host of the party and asked that she send Sharon
home for a minute. She came in wondering what I wanted. I told her to clean her room and
the bathroom, and then she could return to the party. She. thought that I was awful!

In 1946, when Sharon was 7, she often played in our next door neighbor’s yard. The
neighbors had a son and a daughter a lot older than Sharon, but she adored them and they
were nice to her. One summer day, Sharon was running around in their yard, and as she ran
past a clothesline, a wire with a hook got caught in her eye. The wire went through her

eyelid and back out.
I had to climb a fence to get to her or take the long way around. I chose the fence!
When I arrived, blood was pouring all over her, and she was screaming at the top of her

lungs. Mr. Adicks said he’d try to cut the wire which was an old coat hanger. But he was so
upset that I told him to hold Sharon and let me cut the wire. As he started to take her from
me, we twisted her just the right way, and the wire came out of her eye by itself. By this

time, we were all covered in blood.
I didn’t know if the wire had damaged her eye, so I took her to the emergency room.
The doctor put some 'stitches in her eyelid and said her eye hadn’t been damaged.
Only a few weeks after the eye incident, Sharon was invited to Lynn Martin’s birthday
party. After she had been there an hour, the little boy’s mother called and told me to come

quick. She said that Sharon had1 been kicked in the head by their pony. The children were
taking turns riding the pony, and the pony suddenly decided to kick and use Sharon’s fore­

head as a target.
When I got there, it looked like the hole in her head was large enough to put my fist
through. Luckily, Mrs. Martin was a registered nurse and1 knew how to keep pressure on the
wound. I drove to the hospital emergency room for the second time in about six weeks and

Mrs. Martin sat in the back seat with Sharon and kept pressure on her head. The doctor said
if the wound had1 been a fraction of an inch deeper, it would have been fatal.

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