The first time I wore a tie I felt very grown up. I was only 6 years old and my sister Marilyn was 4 and we did a Presbyterian Church recital for an Easter program. Marilyn was supposed to start and then I would go next. She got stage freight and started sucking her thumb. I became impatient with all the waiting so I hit her and walked off the stage. My sister started crying and all the adults started laughing. My parents were publicly humiliated and embarrassed. Good Presbyterians were not supposed to do those kinds of things in public. If that had happened today my parents probably would have been arrested and charged with child abuse…