Years 0-3
I was born at 7:30 at night in a hospital, on May 6th, 2003.My head was very large, so my mother had to get a C-section.
The first baby massage class she took me too, I peed all over the table.
I cried all the time, and my mom got advice for me to 'cry it out.' So next time I started crying, they ignored me, and let me cry. Then, my crying sounded different. So they went in to check on me. I had spit up all over myself! Eventually, I learned to cry it out.
I was (and am) curious. I would point to objects and my parents would tell me what it was. I would be satisfied and point to something else.
When I was two, my sister was born. I
One day, I was playing with her, and I had a Sebastian stuffed animal. In my cute toddler voice, I said, "Pins (pinch), pins! _______ (my sister's name) no like pinses (pinches) !"
By the time I was three, I was reading. I would read to my sister.
My sister laughed every time I looked at her.
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