My mom doesn't believe that I remember this, but I remember going to get my brother. I was about 2 1/2 at the time. I remember looking out the motel room at a playground in the rain.

I'm glad that you accept his memories and are recording them here, because he might forget, and when he's older, he might want them back.

My mom is my mom and my history is my history, and I don't think I should have to choose. I'm almost 43 years old and I'm still fighting this battle with my 72 year old mother.

I'm glad that you know that it's not a contest.