I never knew My mother - she died at childbirth - her own.
My father died when he was reached the ripe age of nine years old. He was precocious for his age and quite the horn dog.
I was raised by my Weird Uncle Al. Every morning he would kick me up the stair, then down the stairs - "just fer fun".
One morning I decided to do something about it - I tore out the stairs.
But, that didn't stop him. What stopped Uncle Weirdo was falling into the hole where the stairs used to be!
That morning, I packed all my belongings into my watch pocket and flapped my wings for the first time.
Two blocks away I was nearly killed by Dick Cheney when I inadvertently dropped a message on his head while he was firing non-shot at his favorite clay pigeon shooting range.
Afterward, I learned to never share a shower with a twisted sister.