Born on 9/11: A True Story

Every story has its beginning and my beginning is in Utah on September 11 1961. My parents were married in December 1948. I have an older brother and three older sisters. At the time my father was working in the fire protection trade and my mother was a stay-at-home mom. My father became a minister shortly before I was born I believe but he was a preacher at a church in Utah. We lived in the parsonage next to the church. In 1964 my little sister came along. I felt like she had taken my position in life as the baby. I did not care for this little thingthis baby. It should have been a boy. It was supposed to be a boy like me and my dad discussed it on the porch. I can remember rocking in the rocking chair on the front porch of the parsonage with my father talking about whether it was a boy or a girl and I wanted a boyno more girls. I was three years old thensoon to be four.