It was great when dad brought us sock samples. No two socks were alike so we were the hit of the block wearing odd socks. When he had new records under his arm, we'd scream with joy for we enjoyed singing along with them. There was one without lyrics, "Tristes Jardines", Lonely Gardens. Mom spanked me because whenever someone played it, I'd remove it. She said that she loved me yet she beat me up. That's when I decided to run away to the Lonely Garden where there are poisonous flowers, where the fountains give out inks that stain boys clothing, where wolves and vultures follow you until you die. Even during my childhood years I was creative under adverse conditions.