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I was a big boy.  I never saw myself as little, and I always wanted to do what everyone else around me was doing.

One time, Mommy’s family was having a picnic and some people were playing volleyball.  I walked up to the net during a game and held my arms straight up, expecting to play.

We had a basketball goal at the house.  Mommy and Daddy bought me a small goal, but I didn’t use it.  I always wanted to shoot on the big goal.  Daddy would hold me up and I would try to shoot the ball.

Because I was the fourth boy, I learned to share.  In fact, I wasn’t too sure what was mine.  Whenever I saw a toy, I played with it.  Whenever I saw a glass on the table, I drank out of it.

Sometimes, when Noah, John, and Paul were playing in the bedroom, I would run in the bedroom, pick up a toy, and run with it.  They would get up and chase me through the house.  That was really fun!

I helped Mommy plant things, and she would let me water the plants with a sprayer hose.  Of course, the plants were not the only things to get wet.  Other nearby things and people got wet too!

I was a determined little boy.  Sometimes when I wanted to go down the hall, Daddy would block my path.  That didn’t stop me.  I would climb over his head, elbow him, and pass through without thinking much about it.  They called me “little bulldozer”.

Oma’s neighbor had a big dog (a male Rottweiler).  One day, it walked over to the fence and started barking.  So I walked up to the fence and stared at him until he stopped barking.  Daddy thought I was fearless.

One thing that did scare me was thunder.  Sometimes when it thundered, I would cry a little and go to Mommy.

I had a favorite blanket that I called “dim dim”.

For some reason, the waitresses in restaurants would come up and talk to me.  I would smile back at them.  Mommy and Daddy thought I was a flirt!

One time when we were at a restaurant and everyone was eating, I started exchanging glances with a cute little girl behind me.  This went on for a while, until her father finally stood up and said, “I want to know what your intentions are toward my daughter!”  Everyone laughed. 

I was a good big brother to Mary.  Whenever she cried, I would run to get her a bottle or pat her gently.

Mommy and Daddy will always wonder what I would have done with my life.  I could have done just about anything.