Entertainment was everywhere; there wasn't an adult who wouldn't act like
a babbling idiot for a gurgle. When I tired of them, I'd drop a load in
my diapers and immediately I was back in mom's loving arms.
Though I rarely won, I was tagged it quite often. To the right is
a picture of me after winning second place.
Then you discover that the Christmas budget has suddenly been divided by three, along with all the attention you once received and were conditioned to expect as the norm.
And so the quest began to seek other life-forms. The kind that keep my hours,
that can't pick up a block of ice the size of Texas, and who will respect
what's yours. ...someone without a sister.
I was unable to pronounce Alan's name, and did the best I could: An-an. Apparently Alan's mother left us together quite a bit, so much so that Alan would only respond to Anan.
Alan also was quite a handful, getting into all sorts of things. His poor mother quickly found the word No working its way to the top of her vocabulary list. Too many quick repetitions of "Anan no!" melded itself into the tongue twister Neno.
As you can see, Alan, since the very begining enjoyed getting involved in whatever activities I was exporing. Results today are similar at times, but certainly not as dramatic on my part. These years, we exchange gifts, rather than taking them without provocation.
A little less than 20 years later, who would have thought we would have gone
from "Well, gosh. That just wasn't flamable at all..." to starting
an Internet site as Wizard Workshop and
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