The story about how I became deaf is a story I tell often, because people always want to know what happened. It started when I was a year old, when I lost my hearing in one ear from a fever. Then when I was ten years old, in 1967, I was playing King of the Hill with some friends. I fell maybe fifteen feet, rolling over the ground, and when I reached the bottom of the hill things seemed strange: the commotion around me was silent. As I staggered around, the faces of my friends were anxious, and their mouths moved, but nothing came out.