One of the stories that gets told a lot about myself by my family members, especially my brother and mother, was the story of me when I was about seven or eight years old. I had just woken up from a nap and I'm typically crabby when somebody or something wakes me up. My brother made a video camera out of a box, and he decided it would be funny to “film” me while I was sleeping. My mother was also taping at this point except with a real video camera.
[...] Since this was being taped by my mother, it was something that was continually being shown, and memories of this kept coming back to me and my family. This story is constantly being brought back up to show my misunderstanding of what a video camera was, and we all still laugh at it to this day. Also, I think this story demonstrated that I didn't want to have much of an imagination at that moment and go with the flow that the box was in fact a video camera. [...]
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