My dad was a Marine, so when I was young, we would move quite a bit. I was actually born in Hawaii, lived there a whole six months, and then we moved to Beaufort, South Carolina. I don’t remember the house we lived in, I was about three when we moved to Chicago. But my mother tells me about the time when I was a toddler living in that home. My high chair was set up in the kitchen, facing a door to a mudroom. When my mother would feed me, she’d pull a chair up and sit in front of me. She said that I would look past her into the darkened room, point, and say, “Look! Man!” Which, of course, would frighten her to death.
She told me that she chalked it up to an oddly, wicked sense of humor for a two-year-old. But now that I’ve read some of these other stories that I’m going to share, I think it might have been something else. Let me know what you think.