My mother says I started singing a little before I started talking, and I started talking earlier than most. My first concrete memory of Myself: Singing is probably age six, hanging off the ladder of my bunk bed, one arm thrown out wide, warbling “The hills are alive!” in my best Julie Andrews (complete with a bit of old lace curtain for my nun’s wimple – these things count.) I sang by myself, often spending a few hours with my o...
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