My parents insist that when I was born I opened my eyes, looked around, gave a little smile (even though babies 'don't' do that), and then took a short nap. I can't confirm the truth of this but I believe it. It seems to me that I've been quietly 'looking around' from that moment on. So I'm not all that surprised when Grandfather Bartholomew stated, "Summer, my dear, I believe it will be best if Tice controls your trust fund."
You see, shortly after each of us was born (Tice, Coe, and Forest crying at the top of their lungs in the more typical newborn way, while I, as I mentioned, was more circumspect), our grandparents set each of us up with incomprehensibly huge trust funds that would be ours to control at age 22, and today was my birthday. I can understand my family's desire to make sure I'm not thrown into a situation that they believe to be far outside my experience. And I can't even blame them for underestimating me. After all, I've not only allowed this to happen but purposely caused it - first because it was fun, and then later because it became a habit (and was still so much fun...!)
Oops. Hope I haven't been so enigmatic that I won't be able to break down the walls I myself erected.
