For the Cullen Grandchildren

My first memory occured when I was a little older than a year. I was in the living room of my ancestral Levittown, Long Island, New York home and a number of family members were sitting and talking. I recall my mother, Doris Cullen, pointed at me and screamed loudly, "HE'S WALKING!!!!" I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know what walking was or felt like. But I do remember all the attention made my leg muscles weak and I just plopped down on the rug.

I started smoking when I was 17 years old. When I was really little, my cousins and I would roll up pineneedles in scotch tape and smoke them but it didn't really count. It tasted TOXIC! I should have learned. When I was 25 years old I wanted to quit smoking. I was worried about my health, the bad smell they caused, and how expensive they were but I couldn't stop smoking. One night I was at my cousin's house. I went outside to have a smoke and tripped on the porch and landed face down in the grass. As I looked up I saw the moon shining through a dew drop on the grass and there was a prisim in it! I thought to myself. This is so beautiful, maybe there is a creator. (I didn't believe in God at that time) Suddenly I heard a voice say, "I release you from your addiction" and from then on I never smoked again.