Autobiography snippet

When i was 4 we moved into a 3 bed/1 bath house in a small town that every one who hasn’t lived there mispronounced. I beleive it was also around this time that my parents decided to have my tonsils removed as they were too large and would block my throat while i was sleeping, causing something akin to sleep apnea, and a loud harsh snoring. The story, as my mother tells it, when i came out of anaesthesia they just wanted me to drink some water before i went home. I absolutely refused, screaming and fighting the way only a 4-5 year old could. I assume they eventually did get me to drink something and i was sent home. Once home my mom would check on mt every little while as i slept bevause she was afraid I’d died because i slept so quietly following that.