Marilyn Monroe Stuttered

<p dir="ltr">[Para. 1]: "Around the time I began to speak, in that part of early childhood that I remember as a grove of animal crackers and pink snow pants, a tiny iron fence grew on the tip of my tongue. I don’t remember noticing it at first. What I remember more is the tape recorder that arrived at the same time. Dark grey, the size of an LP cover, with chubby buttons shaped like Pez, the tape recorder sat on a table in a windowless room I would enter once a week while my father waited outside in his great brown bear-like parka. “You have a stutter,” I remember being told. “This is going to help it.”"</p>