A Real “Cry Baby”

I was born with a mineral deficiency which made me a little cranky. To hear my brother tell it, I was an insufferable brat. He was nine years older than me. So, I’m thinking that had a little something to do with his perspective. We are the only living children. Anyway, when he could not bear my crying any longer, he moved to the corn crib. Yes, you read that correctly. I said the corn crib. That’s farmer talk for the barn where you keep the corn. Not sure how long he stayed there. No one was ever clear about the time span. A bottle of Minerals, formulated by the doctor, administered by my mother and ingested by me uncovered my naturally sunny and curious nature. (That last part is my story and I’m sticking with it.)

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