I Like to Make People Happy

But I’ve learned to set boundaries

I’ve was a happy, friendly, playful child when I was young. I seldom cried, even as a baby. My mother told me I as an easy baby and then a naturally happy, easy child.

I was naturally optimistic so I always assumed the best. I’d walk off with the mail man, and when my mother took me to the park as a toddler, she had to make sure I didn’t decide to wander off with a stranger or go exploring.

She had to take me to the park every day, rain or shine. I didn’t mind getting wet and so her saries sometimes got drenched.

When we were in the park, or when we went shopping, or indeed, any time we were out — I made friends. I liked to make people smile, I liked to see them happy. So of course I wandered sometimes.

I did that on my own because I was adventerous and bold.

I remember when I was not yet 3 wanting to visit my best friend who lived in the building next door. I knew it would make both of us happy, or so I conjecture. I don’t actually remember doing this but Mom has told me several times.

The door was open and my grandmother, who was supposed to be watching me, was entertaining guests. I must have been bored.