I got whippings every day; belts, switches, 2x4's, shovels, parachute cords, paddles,cattle prods; whatever they could get their hands on. I was bad. Teachers would not let me out for recess because I would scale the barbed wire fence and run away. Once caught, I would fight like a trapped animal, biting, kicking, screaming...you name it. My parents tied me to the bedposts if they had to do something that required me to be out of sight for even a minute. My sisters were straight "A" students with "A's" in deportment. Once, at 5 years old, I ran away from Cheyenne and made it 11 miles toward Lincoln before a Highway patrolman caught me. I tried to kill my little sister when I was 5 with a bell pepper laced with tabasco sauce. At 8 I caused an international incident when I walked into a Shinto shrine and opened and played with all of the gifts to the gods. I learned to buy liquor in Mexico at ten and was burned out on alcohol by the time I was fourteen. This was before drugs thank God. Football and the USAF saved me. I pray to God that my daughter has more of her mother's genes than mine.