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At 9:30 P.M. at Saint Mary Medical Center, I was delivered surgically. My parents were David Clifford Philbrook and Cynthia Mae (Rickel) Philbrook. I am the oldest child.
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Christopher Robert Philbrook was born in Saint Mary Medical Center. He was also delivered surgically. Unlike me he was born with his current hair color, brown. (I was born bald)
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At just under four years I am the youngest student.
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I didn't understand what was going on, but it didn't make much difference because Dad was gone a lot anyway. We sold the big red house we lived in, which had included such luxury as an indoor hot tub, wall-to-wall 1-pane windows, a fireplace, and a gigantic balcony, not to mention the best sledding hill in anyone's yard, and moved to a simpler house across the street.
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Strangely enough, I knew how to read before I entered. I remember knowing what some words on the whiteboard said on the first day.
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I wasn't exactly enthusiastic (they had their wedding in Hawai'i and we wern't invited) but I have a lot in common with my stepmother.
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I won this award under the guidance of my teacher, Sandy McCaw. She will never be replaced as my most infleuential teacher.
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It was a very creepy experiance, to say the least. But I got to stay up all night watching TV! (P.S. Hospital Jell-o isn't all that bad. Try the Strawberry, if you can talk the nurse into it.)
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If you can help it, don't catch this thing! I had throbbing headaches and I was too dizzy to read or watch TV! It lasts a long time and comes on suddenly. I wasn't the only one in my family to catch it: my older cousin (middle of the photograph) had a fever that nearly got her hospitalized, and ached all over for the entire duration. My little brother (far left) spouted vomit like a fire hydrant and was constantly plagued by fiery stomachaches.
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This time, I won it at the National teir. There was a news camara, two newspapermen, and all the classes up through eigth. Just to give me the award!
