Personal Timeline

6 months: Learned to walk. I can only walk while holding onto this gross-looking, frog thing. If I drop it, I will fall down.

Already my sense of fashion is behind everyone else. It will take me until college to catch up.

3 years: I astound my mom by finding Peppy Taco in the midst of a chest full of toys. For the rest of my life I will know where Peppy Taco is.


6 years: I open crayons as my stocking stuffer gift on Christmas eve. I hate them and cry. For the rest of my life I will feel bad about being so ungrateful. My parents will give me crayons every Christmas after that.


Taken from the book "No One Cares What You Had For Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog" by Maggie Mason