1967, my earliest memory. I was sitting in the sandbox, of our huge backyard, in Diamond Heights, San Francisco. I was playing with my dollies. My beautiful British, Mummy, sitting, watching. She was 32. I had a brother, 8 years older. We pretty much, grew up, separately. I worshipped him. He performed magic shows, at my birthday party. Our house, was ultra modern. It had a retractable roof, over the basketball area. I had a life sized rocking horse, from England, I believe. I spent hours on that horse, rocking back and forth, to the background music of Petula Clark. I would sing along, “Downtown, where all the lights are bright. Downtown, everything’s waiting for you……”