i never had the terrible twos, according to my parents. i was always quiet.
i was also reading at this point. it all goes downhill from here.
there was this girl who lived at our apartment complex that i always hung out with, too. i rode my big bird tricycle around the place with her. it made a really loud clicking noise. knowing my parents, they got it at some garage sale somewhere. years later i would visit that apartment complex. it still had the brown siding, fading away after all those years. not the best place to live i suppose, but good enough for a poor graduate student and his family. i guess anyplace is good enough if you’re happy.
we really did work our way up in the world, didn’t we? it’s up to me now.