Here are a few more pictures of me when I was very young.
This one I think was on Easter, and I think I must have been around four. My sister was kneeling so you can see how tiny I was.
This one was taken in 1957 with my friend Fred, who is still a very close friend of mine. I was nine at that time. I was just as active as any other kid on my block. I would play baseball, football, and basketball with all the other kids. No one in my neighborhood treated me any different than any other kid.
When I was in grade school, I remember having dye shot into my hips and had x-rays taken of them. The explanation I remember being given at that time was that I have no hip sockets, and there was some sort of a liquid sack that formed around the end of the hip bone.
Several times a year, that liquid sack would break causing the end of the hip bone to rub against the muscle of my hip. This was very painful, and all I could do was lay in bed for 3 to 4 days until another sack formed around the end of the bone. I would never know when I was going to break, but it usually happened when I would twist my leg the wrong way, or really wear myself out playing or walking too far.
This happened several times a year until I started using a scooter when I was about 32 years old.