Hillcrest Receiving Home

This is super fascinating. My brother and I went to this place when I was 5, and he was 4 in a wheelchair, (he'd had his leg broken from being run over by a car)It was 1981 and our mother was in no condition to raise us and the state was contacting our father in Texas to see if he wanted custody. Thankfully, our stay at Hillcrest was short. We were separated from each other. I think I was always getting out of my crib, so they stuck me in one that had a lid that screwed on that I couldn't get out of. That was torture. I remember eating spinach, and vomiting, so that I could get the ice cream in the little cups with the little wooden spoons. I remember watching Mr. Rogers and being thankful for the peaceful feeling it gave me.. It's so nice to bring these old memories back to reality! They really happened! Thanks for the validation,