I also remember waking up on my third birthday, walking out of my room, down the steps, and sitting on the bottom step, listening to my mother in the kitchen (the entry to which was just a few feet from where I was sitting) cooking breakfast. She soon came out and saw me sitting there, and asked me if I knew how old I was that day. I just put up three fingers. She then offered me some of the cookies she had just finished baking.
