"We're freaks,the two of us, Franny and I... and both of those bastards are responsible...I could murder both without batting an eyelash... The great teachers, the great emancipators." Childhood memories are ripples of waves crashing serenly throughout my mind. Memories of climbing trees, playing dress-up and other fun-filled reminiscences float through these waters like drift wood. I remember nothing but living in a joyful bliss. My only tragdy was when Barbie's beloved Ken's head fell off. We are all increadibly innocent as children. ....