pi day

 Today is pi day, 3.14, or pie day if you prefer.  I hope you celebrated in your own way.  But today is also "National Write Your Story Day" and my west coast brother has challenged me to share a personal story from my youth.  When I was one year old, my parents and I lived in the upstairs apartment of an old house which had been converted into a multifamily dwelling.  When their neighbors in the downstairs apartment decided to move, mom and dad made arrangements to move into the downstairs apartment (a little larger and more convenient).  As friends and family helped them move their furniture down stairs, I was kept safely out of the way by putting me in my kiddie car.  I could roam around the rapidly emptying apartment to my heart's content.  Unfortunately, I have always been a wanderer.  On this particular day I rode my little kiddie car down the hallway because someone had left the apartment door open.  Someone had also left the safety gate at the top of the stairs open, they were moving furniture after all.  Naturally, I started down the stairs.  According to my mother, I did a forward flip in my kiddie car and landed on my head, little wheels spinning, while I screamed bloody murder.  Mom said I ended up with a goose egg size bump on my forehead but was otherwise unhurt.  Those of you who have known me for a long time may be thinking that that explains a lot.