“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.” – Shel Silverstein

As I look back to my little child-dom… I wonder what I was truly like… as a little child.

My adult ways seem to indicate that there is a very… a VERY slight chance… that I was a wee-bit on the high-strung side.

My Mother used to give me a daily dose of Benedryl… to turn me down a notch at night.  This went on for a long, long time.  Which may explain a LOT.

And yet.  I think I was asking for it.

As I flip through the old family albums, I find evidence that I might have been a handful.

Or perhaps worse.  I might have been a swirling dervish.

And some things never change.

As in the photo above… it appears that in most situations…  I had to be restrained.  Albeit, awkwardly.

And below.  Well.  This is just one of those BAD family photos. Plain and simple.  In every way.   But, again…. I had to be contained.  And at some point, it appears that I had shed my outer layer of clothing.    I must have been in the midst of getting into one of my Super Hero outfits…..    Yep.  Caught here without my mask, my cape, or my tights.

How is a little hero to fly?