Frankie Laine's Mule Train literally and figuratively.

As a small child I was something they then termed as a "bumper". I think perhaps now it would be called mildly autistic. I literally beat the back of my crib out, after it was bolted to the floor to try to stop me from moving it across the room. I usually had a red mark on my forehead fom my constant thumping on the pillow or a bald spot on the back of my head from thumping in chairs and couches.

My first recollection of songs was at the age of two or three when I would sit for hours in a zen state, on the chesterfield, thumping along in time to good old Frankie Laine. Now that I think of it ....my poor Mum...thank God for her patience, tolerance and love.