In the early morning a few days ago I remembered something my mother once said and was suddenly struck by a connection with the picture I did of all the big cats in a cage. My mother said that I would cry whenever a cat walked by my playpen. I have no memory of being in a play pen but it sure reminds me of the cage I drew last week. And I don't expect my mother investigated or did anything to prevent cats coming by me. And I have to wonder if a cat ever came in with me and terrified me. I would be trapped with a cat. I am still afraid of being trapped -- by a cat or anything else scary like men. In addition and perhaps even worse perhaps I learned in that play pen never to expect any help from my mother.
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