My mother loves to reminisce on occasion about my brother and I when we were small. I don’t mind really, and it usually leaves my kids in stitches. One of the stories she fondly brings up was back when I was a toddler; I was never sure exactly what age I was. We lived in a strange little home for a while when my dad got out of the Navy. It was dome-shaped with a metal roof, and they had a name for it; but for the life of me I can’t remember it. (If I had to guess, I think they were called Quonset Huts) There were several huge areas of them built by the government. They all had rounded roofs; but I remember ours was a little different. My dad built a square porch off the front of ours that became a den/TV room. I loved that little room. These homes all had little fenced-in yards as well.
As my mother tells it…she would put me out in the yard in my stroller to get some sun and fresh air and then go back in the house for awhile. When she’d come back out to get me she'd see this little black circle around my mouth, and I’d be happily crunching away on something. Apparently I took a fancy to some cinder patches in our yard. My mother has them rolling in the aisles with this one…sound effects and all.