Today is one of my sister's birthday - hey I have four of them - so have to mention this one. This is the other "middle child" of our family. When we were kids, we were both tomboys, but Diane had her own hockey stick. I have no real eye-hand coordination, she has it in spades. Also, I'm a lefty, but this post is about her.
I was so excited to have a baby sister or brother. It didn't matter to me. I didn't mind not being the baby anymore. And I always wanted to hold her. I was just over four when she was born and one day I tried to get her out of her playpen. The old wooden kind and I got her head stuck between the bars. Mom got her unstuck easily. Must of had some practice with that now that I think about it.
I remember when she started walking around 8-9 months old. She was tiny even then and would walk right under the kitchen table.
If you have ever been to her house for a party, you might notice the divided plates. They're there for a reason. Ask her about it.
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