Rachel has shared a challenge [as has Susan, although I'll tackle hers later]. The rules are simple: post an old photo of yourself and write a short piece [200 words or so] to go with it (written in the present tense). As you'll see, I managed to shift tense half way through. And 200 words to me always ends up just under 300. Oh well, here goes.
I’m almost three here. No, I‘ve never done anything the “normal” way, I've always been um... “creative”. Creative kids think it makes more sense to bring your feet up to eye level than lean down to fasten your shoes.
I remember that table and chair, the only furniture ever perfectly proportioned for my short size. Behind me is the crib, the one thing I’ve proudly outgrown. Besides, there’s a baby sister in it now.
I was the first born, an 8 lb. bundle of joy who welcomed my folks to parenthood via sleep deprivation. Ironic since I grew up to be anything but a night owl. But back then, my parents spent many a night walking the floor or sitting in the rocking chair trying to convince me sleep was good. Now I’m addicted to rocking chairs. Sitting in one instantly calms me. On nights I insisted on staying alert to see what owls actually do after dark, Dad put me in the car and drove around the block. More than once. Car rides put me to sleep faster than the rocker. Which is why I’d fall asleep on road trips by the time we were 30 miles from home.
When I was old enough to get a Driver’s License, Dad was afraid. Very afraid. Not of my driving skills. No, he feared that old lulling motion would make me fall asleep at the wheel. No, I consoled him, the sheer terror of what other drivers do will keep me awake.
So far, it has.
And no, I still don't bend over to tie my shoes. However, my method looks a tad more dignified than that pose.