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  • My earliest recollections as a child (I must have been 18 - 20 months old) is of throwing my toys and stuffed animals out of a big basket, except for Morgan, my stuffed dog with the squeaky nose, sitting in the basket holding Morgan in my lap and waiting for my Daddy to come through the door. When he came home from work he would take off his coat, put down his briefcase, lay down on the floor and pull my basket around making train sounds. I loved it and laughed. Mom was making dinner or sitting on the floor next to me organizing my toys.

    I look at that basket now and wonder how the heck I fit in that tiny thing! To me it was a huge basket, now it holds a few magazines. Yes I still have the basket AND the dog - somewhere in this house!

    I do have a picture of me sitting at the piano (about the same age). It looks as if I am singing or playing but I am looking at my Dad with a LAMPSHADE on his head trying to make me smile while Mom took the picture! Too funny!
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