The Start of a Miracle
An Early Start For The Taz
I was a premature baby. At birth, I weighed 4 lbs 14 1/2 ozs. I was 17 inches long at birth. I sat at 7 months and began walking at 13 months. I said my first word at 6 months old. I said, "Da-da."When I was smaller, my favorite preschool books were all things Disney(Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, Dumbo, etc.). My parents have always been proud of me. When I was one year old, I was what one could call a tazmanean devil (or Taz, of which my Nana tended to call me.). Whenever my mother would fall asleep, when my father was away in Korea, I would crawl out of her bed , where I was supposed to be taking a nap along with her, and walk down , slowly, down the stairs. One day when she woke up, I was nowhere to be found. She looked everywhere she thought I would be: the bathroom, her closest, the living-room, and the kitchen. But, then she finally checked behind the curtains. There I was, covered in vaseline from head to toe. She started laughing and asked me what I was doing. All I said was, "I can't see mommy~...," and I giggled. I had globbed a big chuck of vaseline onto my eyes lids. My mother still tells this story to me every so often to remind me of my michevious ways when I was younger. Even so, I still get in to weird things now!