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I remember finding an opened, half-full root beer can sitting by a tree at a local park festival, and picking it up and walking off with it. Then I wandered back to my mother and she (for some reason which still eludes me) let me keep drinking it. My mother's not visibly pregnant with my brother in pictures from that festival, so I had to be less than 2 1/2.
I remember yelling at the woman who took care of me everyday while my mother worked. I was furious because she had disciplined her older son for annoying his sister and myself, who were the same age. She had declared to him that I was his sister's friend, not his, and he needed to leave us alone. I clenched my fists and screamed, "I'm BOTH their friends!!" Again, my brother wasn't born yet, so I know I was less than three.
I remember my mother being very pregnant with my brother, and my father telling me that she had accidentally swallowed a watermelon seed and it had grown in her stomach.
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