I was a pretty hyper kid. I was also pretty adventurous.

When I was three, I bounced on the pool steps with such enthusiasm that I hit my chin, propelling my upper teeth through my lip. Of course I still have the scar.

The same year, I got another scar, but this one was intentional: I had eye surgery. (Yes, I have an actual scar on my eye: it is a little divot that I can feel, and if you are looking for it, you'll see it.) Oh! And I can move my eyes independently of each other. But you probably don't want to see that.

And then there was the time I got my head stuck in a chair. I was trying to climb through that space between the seat and the back. (Why get off a chair the traditional way?) My mom had to get our next-door neighbor to help rescue me while I screamed in fear of losing my noggin.

Even though I was definitely an active one, I love that my mom dressed me in adorable little outfits that looked plenty stylish (and at times exceptionally girly.)

It is funny, because I would LOVE to have the above dress in my size today. I'm calm enough not to mess it up!