[Jet]

Me at 7. The nuns were always calling my mother because I was always in trouble. We lived in a big two-story house that my mother decorated beautifully. It had a sitting room that nobody was allowed to go into because she said she was saving it for Kennedy. My aunt Judy, who was 17, came to live with us after high school, and we're still close after all these years. This was the year my dad taught me to ride a bike—the same bike my cousins rode down the steps and bent the hell out of. Our house had a big front yard with lilac bushes and irises and the change of seasons were wonderful. I think I'd give anything to back to that time for just one day....