Deep in the Vault

This story is coming to you from way way way back in my vault of memories. The day my baby brother was born. It's a short story, but boy do I remember it.

I can't recall what it was like or whether I even knew what was going when my mom was pregnant with my brother. I also, don't really remember what it was like to meet him for the first time...I was 4 1/2 at the time so it's understandable.

What I do remember is that it was during the week. I was at my school downtown and it was nap time. I was asleep on my mat when all of a sudden I was woken up. My Aunt was standing over me telling me it was time to go meet my baby brother. So because of my brother's arrival I missed out on valuable nap time and I think I've been trying to catch up ever since...ha ha. Don't get me wrong I love my baby brother, but to this day he still disrupts my sleep at least once a year. But I can forgive him because it's usually Christmas morning...ho ho ho. (<---- couldn't resist)

Since that one was so short, I'll give you another story. It took place at the same school downtown. My dad had been away on a trip for work for a while and while gone had let his beard grow. I had never seen my dad with a beard before, so when he came to pick me up the day he got back I refused to go with him. I didn't know who this orange bearded fellow was. Even the front desk made him show ID. I'm guessing after a few minutes I recognized him because obviously I left, but I remember him walking in with an orange beard like it was yesterday...ha ha.