Where it all started

I don't know why I thought about this today but I did.

A couple of years ago I received in the mail a video tape. My father had taken some old home movies and had them put on video - to music.

When I watched it, it explained a lot. On the video was my first Christmas (actually probably my second because I would have been a month old for my first). My mother was holding my hands in the air and walking me into the living room. At first I wasn't even sure it was me because I have two older sisters and they were no where to be seen.

Then the camera panned to the doorway of the living room and here came my sisters 3 and 5 years old (assuming it was my second Christmas). You can tell they are squealing and running to the toys under the tree (Santa didn't wrap the presents he left...only the one's friends and family brought were wrapped).

The video shows my sisters opening a present, squealing and holding it up to the camera. One by one. And it would show my mother opening a present and smiling, holding it up for the camera.

This went on for a while and it dawned on me, I haven't been seen since I was walked in the room.

It was like that thought was anticipated because suddenly the camera pans out to show the entire room again. I'm sitting in the middle of the room, facing my father with the camera, a cookie in either hand. Behind me is all the excitement that is Christmas but I don't care, I have my cookies.

So, now you know where my love for chocolate/cookies comes from and you know that all it takes to make me happy is a cookie in either hand. ;o)