I remember standing in my room, which suddenly became our room, having to look and reach up into the crib, between the rails, for my brand new, sleepy baby sister.  I was 3.

I also remember lying in bed at night and watching the headlights from the street. (it was a busy, main street- Wilson Mills Rd.) The window was at the head of my bed, off to the left. When a car came, or 2 or 3 cars, the headlights would make spots on the wall that started low, and traveled up and off to the right on the wall- over and over again, as I got sleepier and sleepier....

can i be 3 again?

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