To be really honest, there's not a whole lot to say about my childhood. My parents turned me out in the forest when I was an infant, and they told me that I could come back when I turned sixteen. I basically had to raise myself, with the help of a pack of wolves and some rats. Life became relatively easy after I taught myself to read, since I could then figure out the instructions for changing my diapers, heating my bottle, and such.

Because of this, not many pictures survived from my childhood. This is one where Rosa -- the matriarch of my wolf pack -- made me sit in the corner for having stolen a slice of blueberry pie.

My page of childhood pictures is currently not as well organized as Kristen's, but you can click here to go to page two.

Email Kristen: kristen@plumgreen.com
Email Stephen: stephen@plumgreen.com