I'm at the airport hoping to fly to NY soon.. remembering stories my parents were telling me the other day while at home. My favorite times are when I'm told about what I was like when I was a baby. So the memory I'm thinking about right now that made me really happy hearing it, was my dad's elaboration on his statement that I was a "ferocious baby". Apparently I saw a scary looking dog on a hung up calender, and even though I couldn't even speak yet, my dad says I knew this dog was trouble and maybe 'real' lol. So what did I do? I crawled up to the calender and ripped up the page of said dog's face with my little hands..
Oh and I used to crawl backwards because I was faster that way than head first, and was really creative when steering my little body in reverse. Inventive, yes?