Where should I start-maybe from the first time I was dropped on my head, or the last time? Let's start from the first time. The doctor didn't mean to let go of my leg or to hit me on my butt that hard in the delivery room. You see I was just swimming in my indoor pool when someone knocked a hole in the pool and I went out with the water. Some would say that there was a mix up at the hospital, and that little screaming swimmer didn't really belong to the Dykes tribe. I think my Dad and Mother got a deal from God on four children: you get three smart ones, but you have to take one of the idiots out of basket two. It was the only way God could empty basket two. But the ones in basket two could jump higher then any of them and that's what really counts in life. I have jumped about as high as anyone in this world, and got to do things most people could only dream about. It has been a really good life.