At twelve I became the "World's Youngest Brain Surgeon" (Kansas boasts its allowance of youngsters to practice medicine w/out a degree), but
still believed the world was as big as Australia (*Maybe* even as big as North Dakota) At 13 I was forced to marry a dignatary (he was part of the sanitation
crew) to whom I felt no connection, but hey, i needed the money. Destiny, however, chose to deal a crueler hand. . . Within 3 days of our wedding (while on
duty) my hubby was killed in a freak gasoline-fight accident. About this time I chose to become a bohemian, changed my occupation to a "bonafied
cheesemaker" and called myself Tulula