The first thing I remember is awakening in my crib. The room was dark except for the bathroom light that came through the doorway. I was lying on my back and watching in horror as a hundred butterflies polluted the air, and crawled along the crib rails. Even though I was afraid that they would bite me, I moved. I got up, and hopped the crib rail, moving toward the bathroom light. There I found my mother, who was washing her face, staring into the mirror.
"Butterflies!" I said. "Butterflies!" But being so small, my pronunciation was ,"Buff-ice." I was screaming in horror, and nobody could understand what I was saying. Some things never change