capital of bavaria, as in, "bavarian" illuminati - branton}. I am 5 years old. I attended to two differentschools at this time, the German kindergarten in the morning, and then the English kindergartenafternoon (kindergarten and then 1st grade). This is where the first discrepancies begin between mymemory and my parents.I remember living in Germany. I remember our apartment, and how our cat "twinkee" would not listen toanyone who called her in German. But if anyone, no matter who it was called her in English she wouldcome running. I remember my best friend was a little girl with long straight brown hair and brown eyes. Iate dinner over her house and I remember after dinner she took two beers out of her parents refrigeratorand we drank them in her driveway. I was all worried we were going to get in trouble, but she said shedrank beer all the time. I took about three sips and felt like I was going to throw up. I wanted to dumpmine out but she didn't want to waste the beer, so she drank mine too. I remember my sister trying toteach me how to dance and she flung me around the apartment so fast I was thrown into the corner of thewall and cut my head open and had to go and get stitches. I remember all of this.But most importantly I remember the German kindergarten. I remember the teacher and how she looked.She was very nice to me and had long wavy brown and gray hair, and looked like she swallowed a tirearound her waist as she was heavy set. I remember being introduced to my first "gummy bear" and how Ithought they were the "coolest thing ever". Being an American and being the physically biggest kid inthe class I was a sort of the class celebrity, and the center of attention. I remember the mini pool they hadoutside, it was only about a foot deep, but we would strip down to our underwear and when it was warmoutside go in for a swim. I remember all of these things, but when it comes to the "American" school Isupposedly went to in the afternoon. I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING! I have no memory of anotherclass room, I have no memories of another building, I have no memories of any friends, people, orteachers, no memory of even going to another school. WHAT I DO REMEMBER IS AN AIR BASE. Iremember as I was walking up to it for the first time it was a huge place with a big chain link fencearound it.There were airplanes and miles and miles of cement. And I don't remember the man who was walkingwith me but I DO remember asking him "why are you taking me here?" and he answered "Because of your father!" "But my father was in the Navy, why are you taking me to an air base?" I asked again. Andthe man answers "Son, all branches of the military work very closely together." "But he is no longer inthe Navy?" I answered. And he said "We are doing this as a 'special' favor for your father." "Why" Iasked. "BECAUSE WE TAKE CARE OF OUR OWN!" he says as his tone has changed, and then hesaid "you sure do ask a lot of questions you little shit." I remember this hurt my feelings because I wasníttrying to be a little shit, I just wanted to know why there were taking me to this strange place. I don'tremember being inside of the air base, all I remember is the inside of a doctor's room. An examiningroom. They made me strip down to my underwear and sit on this shinny metal table. I remember thetable being very cold, so cold that I asked if I could move or get off it and a big booming voice shouts out"DO NOT MOVE AND DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS YOU ARE SPOKEN TO." So I sat there withgoose bumps on my legs. I hear movement behind me and I hear "is this the kid" and a man comes overand starts examining me with his hands, with a stethoscope, and hits my knee with a rubber hammer.That's all I remember. I was 5 years old.I never really thought about it much, but as I began writing all this down, I casually asked my mother forthe name of the air base in Germany where I went to school in the afternoon.
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