I was crawling down the floor, down the stairs, and then crawling towards the kitchen.

I was one year old.

As I scooted my own little way towards the kitchen, wanted to be fascinated by the odd sparkling utensils and the fun sliding floor my stomach growled. I held it for a moment and then proceeded onto the kitchen, no longer filled with the curiosity a one year old has, but with the drive for food.

I finely waddled my way into the kitchen and slid down the floor, searching for crumbs that were often left on the floor. But the ground was but a shining blob of white and no crumbles were present.

So I looked up.

...and what did I see? Well, a package of cookies! Sure I didn’t know what they were at the time, but I did know they tasted good and I was hungery.

So I reached up and tried to grab the package, ,but it just wasn’t possible on four legs. So I stretched up, higher and higher, until I was standing. I had no idea what a big step this was for me… all I knew was I had cookies.