Being rased in a silent Childhood

A Silent Childhood, Childhood is such a precious, yet trenchant part of life. We all have memories of our days as children along with stories of lessons learned. Childhood is reflected by most as being a time of bliss and enlightenment. As I recall my childhood an avalanche of mixed feelings suffocates me. Would I be able to interpret these feelings if I had not learned language? More importantly, is it possible to teach language …showed first 75 words of 1104 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1104 total…she needed help hardly anyone could be found. It is also unfair that out of all the money that went to study her, almost none of it went to the benefit her or her mother. Why is Genie now living in a home for adults who are retarded when she is not retarded? Did everyone just give up on her? I have neither given or received nor have I tolerated the use of unauthorized aid.