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234 Afterword

We had one drawing of our parish priest laid out in a coffin. (In
actuality, he wasn’t yet dead, which most definitely proved we had
imaginations. It probably proved other things that only Freud could
deduce.) We had a drawing of a teacher from school with his head in a
guillotine. And these were the more positive images. (Only kidding.)
Is this a demonstration of creativity at an early age? Have I men-
tioned yet the correlation between creativity and dementia? Maybe
that will be my next book.
I only wish we had taken pictures of that wall for documentation of
my early training in this area of creative exploration.

BIG LESSON FROM LITTLE BROTHER

My brother Michael was born with a hole in his head. It was his mouth.
When brother Mike, 13 months my junior, was drawing at the
kitchen table as a youngster, you never had to guess what he was draw-
ing. You could always hear what he was putting down on paper.
If Michael was drawing a farm, the rest of the family could tell from
two rooms away. “Oink! Oink!” we’d all hear, or “Moooo!” or “Cluck,
cluck, cluck.”
If we heard “Pow!!! Boom!!! Pow!!!” or “Bang, bang, bang, bang,
bang,” we knew Michael was drawing a war scene.
Then there were the times we’d hear “Oink, oink, POW!” Oh no,
Michael’s blowing up pigs.
What was the lesson I got from this innocent (?) little exercise my
younger brother did daily with his crayons? You have to let it out. You
can’t keep it inside you.