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In 1962, during the World's fair in Seattle, I was conceived. My mother was an eighteen year old Catholic girl and my father a Canadian Catholic who was working for a company which supplied the fair with sperm donors near and far. My father, like me, found young women attractive. He was thirty-two when he met up with my mother. The World's Fair ended and Seattle was left with the Space Needle while my mother was left with a bun in the oven. My father left the States to go back home to Canada without knowing that he left a contribution to the Tacoma-Seattle area.
On March 11th, 1963 I was born in Tacoma, Washington at Mountain View Hospital (now called Puget Sound Hospital). According to my mother, her pregnancy with me saved her life. At age nineteen she had open heart surgery for something that was found because of my creation. Eight months and eleven days after I was born the President of the United States had his head blown off in Dallas, Texas. Of course, I don't remember it.
On April 9th, 1964 my brother Vincent Joseph Rosencutter was born. His father married my mother when I was just a baby and legally adopted me and had my name changed to Rosencutter. Thirty-one years later I would change my last name to my real father's surname. In nineteen sixty-four the Gulf of Tonkin incident began a part of America's history which changed the lives, of those who lived through it, forever. In the same year, America had journeyed into civil rights legislation. Once again, I don't remember this year at all.
It was the Winter of 1965 that my little sister, Lisa Ann Rosencutter, was brought into this world. The world didn't seem to make a big fuss over her birth, but I'm sure my mother was glad to have a child with an innie instead of an outtie. It would be ten years later that I would be thankful for her birth also. On December 6th of that year my aunts ex-husband shot and killed a man she was seeing after her divorce with him. He did this in front of six children, myself included, and five adults. He escaped the Yelm farmhuse and a Manhunt ensued. He would turn himself in three days later and be sentenced to twelve years. With good behavior he would only spend eight years. All of it in Walla Walla prison. Washington's "Big House."
I dont have many memories from 1966. The only clear memory was attending my little sister's first birthday. I guess this is the part that gets a little fuzzy. I should remember more than a birthday party considering I was three and a half, but, maybe not.
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