Last week in school we had a pop quiz ona a book, and I hadn't read it yet. I was pretty sure Mom read that one to me before I was born, but I couldn't remember any of the details.

I guess the week Mom was reading that book I was busy doing something else.

The crazy thing was Mom didn't NEED to use the microphone for me to hear her.

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But that wasn't the end of it. Every night, Mom would read to me for half hour before she went to bed.

The problem was my sleep schedule didn't line up with Mom's. So when she was sleeping I'd be wide awake.

I actually wish I'd paid more attention when Mom was reading to me, though.

 

Those speakers came with a microphone, and when Mom wasn't playing music she was telling me everything that was going on in her life.

And when Dad came home from work Mom would have him give me a blow-by-blow of HIS day.

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Then one day, when I was in the middle of a really good nap, I got woken up by these strange noises coming from the outside.

At the time I didn't know what the heck I was hearing, but later on I found out it was Mom piping in music through these speakers she put on her belly.

I guess Mom thought if she played classical music for me every day before I was born it would turn me into some kind of genius.

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January

Sunday

I wish I'd started keeping a journal a lot earlier on, because whoever ends up writing my biography is gonna  have a lot of questions about my life in the years leading up to middle school.

Luckily, I remember just about everything thats happened to me since i was born, In fact, I can even remember stuff that happened to me BEFORE I was born.

Back in those days it was just me swimming around in the dark, doing backflips and taking naps whenever I wanted.

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