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Originally Posted by Sassafrass
I was 3 when my sister was born. I remember vividly how that day went.
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Same here, except I was 1 year and almost 3 months old at the time. However, it may have been because that was the very first day I was actually able to walk (I could barely walk before, but this was my official first day). I was running around the hospital like a maniac and the hospital was very big since it was connected to a University Medical Center. It had a wall that was an entire window and I was on the second floor walkway where someone could look over the railing and see the first floor.
I was in a blue dress and my daddy was trying to hold my hand in order to keep up (he didn't expect me to start running on the first day). I stopped and I saw a juke box and it had a whole bunch of pretty rainbow colors on the inside. I looked at it and said, "Look, Daddy! It's the Wheel of Fortune!"
How the media impacts the young mind.
Jam it back in, in the dark.