I think this will influence me later in development by listening to my mother. I can't remember much from when I was that young, but to this day I remember exactly what happened. One of my best friends when I was in kindergarten was called Clinton, we went to different preschools but he lived on the same street as me. We loved watching the power rangers, playing with our dogs, and "running outside like crazy" according to my mother. Luckily I was fairly healthy as a child, although I was allergic to peanut butter and we learned the hard way that I was highly allergic to mold and scented laundry detergent. My mother said I wasn't picky about food, but she said I "vacuumed" my spaghetti every time she made it. My mother said I was a very good child, I would sit and watch other children play and after a while I would choose whether I wanted to play or just be alone. One of my fondest memories of growing up was going fishing with my dad when he got off work. If I caught, it should bait my hook and take the fish off me