My first memory is from when I was about 4. My older brother and I who was 8 at the time were playing in his room with some blocks. I remember him looking at my castle and knocking everything over. I got really angry at him and we started to wrestle. All of a sudden I remember being flipped up side down my toe going into my brothers and popping out one of his teeth. He obviously dropped me and crying ran down stairs to my mom cupping his face and then I got in trouble.
I think the reason I still remember it is because that was the first time I actually got the best of him and also that I got in trouble when I shouldn't have.
I think there are certain parts of my personality now that are still very much like that 4 year old girl but for the most part I'm much more calm...most of the time.
