Baby!

My first ever memory is that of when I was 2-years old. I remember sitting by the hospital bed of my mom while she held my newborn baby brother. They told me his name but I was just so excited that I yelled, "Oooo BABY! A baby!!". The adults in the room all shushed me. I remember nothing more. I remember later on, calling him "Dude" (in more of a little kid way and less of a surfer way) and wanting to teach him everything I knew about life. I wanted to teach him to read. Bears on Wheels is the first book that I remember. I tried so hard to teach my little brother to read. Whenever I taught him something new, I wanted to show Mom. I wanted to show her what my little brother knew and I wanted to show her that it was because of me.