a visual history

hen I was seven years old my first pet died, his name was Edwin, he was a hamster. I started collecting things at age eight, I use to trade stamps with our landlord.   He lived on the third floor, we would trade his post-WWII European stamps for my Colombian stamps. When I was nine years old, my right eye was hit with a rock and to this day I still have a blind spot because of it.  At age eleven I had three teeth pulled out all in one day, my mouth bleed for almost a day.  On the way back home we would stop every couple of minutes, so I could spit out the blood drenched cotton swabs onto the side of the road.  When I was learning script I always liked words that started with "W" because I could always make them look like boobs.