When mom brought me home from the hospital, there were several people who uh-ed and aha-ed over the new baby. After a while, they went into the living room. After about 5 minutes, they heard me screaming. They ran back into the room and found my three year old sister in the middle where I had been. She got tired of me getting all the attention and had tossed me under the bed! That defined our relation until we were grown.. As I grew older, I noticed that when I remember something told to me I would picture it like a black and white sketch. If it was something I remembered, it would be a detailed color picture Enjoy! Thanks for all the previous comments, ratings and favorites.