I was a quiet baby, but I puked a lot. All of my mom's kids did, but I was the quiet one. The other kids have been really loud from the very beginning. One was a constant screamer, one never stops singing, and the other laughs manically. Two of them cry if left alone. I never did that.
Once my mom forgot about me when I was about 10 months old. She thought that my grandmother had come by to pick me up that day (as she sometimes did, having her own key) because it was so quiet (she didnt hear me whistling for a change). She decided to sleep in. Nine hours later, she got up to go to the bathroom, passed by my room, and screamed. I was in the crib playing with my socks (something that I often did for hours). I am told that I looked up, smiled, said "Hi, mommy.", and went back to playing with my socks.
A few months later my grandmother came over and I saw her through my window. Being the complete idiot that I am, I climbed out of my crib and attempted to defy tha laws of gravity. I actually remember this incident, because it was the first time that I realized that I kind of enjoy the sensation of falling. Needless to say, I hit the hard wood floor so thereafter. My head banged against the floor, I saw some "stars", and then I got up and tried to walk it off but my mom, who's heard the racket, swooped in and grabbed me and started saying the things that mothers say when their small children injure themselves. I never cried. I just stared at her face. The expression on it was...odd.
I didn't really cry much until I started school. After that relatives affectionately refered to me as "water head" because I never seemed to NOT be crying. Of course, no one knew what was going on at school back then. lol So they were suprised when I would come home and always have a crying fit a some point during the day.
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I think I know. I don't think I know. I don't think I think I know. I don't think I think.