My Dad Was A Jerk but I Still Miss Him - lorikitty's art
I have a few memories from my childhood. When I was 6 months old, I yanked the mobile over my crib onto myself (I really wanted the blue terry cloth elephant dangling from it). I remember learning to crawl and playing with a Gerber baby plastic book that had a picture of a baby, and right next to it was a blurry mirror thing that was probably supposed to be my face. After mastering the crawl-and-sit, Continue Reading