I can’t remember when Mom married Ronald, I was only two. But I do remember my real dad coming around. And how he used to set me on his knee and start bouncing while singing, “She’ll be coming round the mountain” in a Johnny Cash voice. Imagining I was riding six white horses, I’d cry, “Faster, Daddy, faster.” And his leg would jiggle so much, I’d teeter before falling off in a heap of giggles.
Once, while rolling around in a fit of laughter, I looked past Dad at the popcorn ceiling and noticed a long c***k from one side to the next. “Look, Daddy, a river.”
His tickle hands halted, and he froze, staring at that c***k for the longest time. Then he lifted me off his knee, stood, and walked away. Kept right on going out the front door.
Pretty soon after that, I started riding a stick hors
