Fannie Flagg. Daisy Fay and wonders (№ 381989)

Dad built me in the backyard rope swing, the whole day spent on this but, sorry, made a mistake in the calculations, when they were hanged. I firmly took hold of the rope, dad accelerated and struggling shook me, and the swing crashed into a tree, so now my front right tooth broken off. Dad says - but I am different from others. And mom says deformity.
My mom has a theory that the dad tried several times to kill me. I once fell asleep in the living room, he carried me into the bedroom and on the way smashed my head. He pushed me off the pier in Pearl river when I was three, and he jumped after me, believed that young children, like young animals, could swim if sufficiently frightened. But I was scared enough. You should have seen all the junk on the bottom that I could see while I was waiting for him to dive and pull me up. Tin cans, old cigar box "ROI-tan" and the flint for striking fire.