locked in a room and "in charge" of my two year old and infant brothers while my parents were out working the fields in Nazi Germany. Slave labor. But, at least I always got to see my mother at the end of the day and also my father when he was not sent off, a few weeks at a time, to dig German defense trenches.

My infant brother did not survive.

It's good thing that our memories at that age are weak and points of reference non-existent.