Relish the Unexpected

I was probably two or three at the time.  I’m pretty sure it was while we lived in Indianapolis, Indiana because I don’t remember the story and those are my too-young-to-remember years.  I’ve heard people say they can remember stories when they were as young as two, but I am always skeptical.  We’ve heard stories told by parents and relatives and our conscious, I think, just sort of puts them into our would-be-memories bank.  I told my parents once that I remembered being...