To say I was a difficult child is something of an understatement: I was a wild child. In retrospect, I can only feel sorry for my poor parents, who had no idea what to do with me. I was simply unmanageable. Unwilling to sit still in class, or to obey the simplest instructions, I did as I pleased without regard for decorum. I distinctly remember dashing out of my first-grade classroom with the teacher close behind me, leaving that poor woman in the dust while I ran rings around her out on the playground, where I much preferred to be. As this was a daily occurrence, the adults eventually decided that something had to be done with me, and that is how I made the acquaintance of Dr. Robert Soblen, prominent New York psychiatrist and Soviet spy.