Had a rough childhood, though I'm sure not as bad as some other children. Parents divorced, trauma. Dad out of most of my childhood life. Tried to restore that relationship, with difficulty. We both suffered mentally . . . his produced anger; mine produced fear. One time when we were having lunch together, I shared with him that I thought I was America. He said: 'you are'. I'll never forget it. I guess we could be 'crazy' together, huh? He's since gone on, and I've been healed of fear.