My cousin Mark was born on May 22, 1957. I remember going over to Aunt Del and Uncle Fran's house (just down the street from us a couple of blocks) to see the new baby when he came home (I was 5). I was terrified I would kill the baby, because Steve (Mark's older brother, who was all of 8 at the time) convinced me that there was a spot on a baby's head where, if you so much as touched it, the baby would die instantly. Needless to say I wouldn't go within 10 feet of my new cousin Mark! No one must have ever touched his "death spot," because he ultimately grew up without brain injury or dying. Lucky kid!
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