I wanna say 2 or 3 years old.
I vaguely remember taking the pots and pans out of the cabinets. I remember pink footed pyjamas. I'm told that I was about 20 months at that point.
I remember, clearly, my mother dragging me out from under my bed, screaming, to make me wear white tights with a red velvet dress. I hated her for it and at the Christmas party, I made a hole in the tights and tore them open. I was three.
Like 2 or so? I remember I was going to run away and I was packing my bottles in a suitcase.
3/4 and they were not good memories.
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