I was born in 1932 and they said that I had a very difficult birth
Many doctors told my mom that I was mentally defective and would remain so
Four years rolled by and I was now five, and still as helpless as a newly- born baby
Mother tells me how one day she had been sitting with me for hours in an upstairs room, showing me pictures out of a great big story book that I had gotten from Santa Claus last Christmas and telling me the names of different animals and flowers that were in them. But I could make no sign that I had understood her
Taking another piece of chalk from Mona, she hesitated, then very deliberately drew, on the floor in front of me, the single letter 'A'. "Copy that " she said, looking steadily at me. "Copy it Christy" But I couldn't copy it.
She told me to try again and I put my left foot out again for the third time and stiffened my body. Everything in the room swam till the faces around me were patches of white. But- I drew it- the letter 'A'.