Stories of an Unknown: Part 1: Draw the Line

I've been told that I had a brother for about a day back in 1959. My little brother, Donald, only lasted a few hours, and then he had to go back and try again with someone else. After Donald died, I continued as an only child for the remainder of my life. I had very little guidance on any given subject. My life started in 1957 in a whirlwind of social turmoil. When I was too young for school, I stayed with babysitters, while Mom worked as much overtime as she could in order to pay our bills...