This is how the story was told to me:
Mother was putting away groceries
so she put me in my highchair, out of the way, a loaf of bread just within reach.
You see as a three year old I was several hands full and she always had trouble keeping me out of mischief. Putting the bread away, she noticed
the twist-tie was missing. She looked
all around, on the floor, the table,
in the bag, but it wasn't there.
Then she noticed that I was oddly quiet.
I had reached out and snatched it off the bread as it sat on the kitchen counter. Rather than snatch the twist-tie away,
Mother let me play with it, twisting it
into what she later called "bunny rabbits."
When Father came home from work he gave me
some pipe cleaners (he had stopped smoking.)
I couldn't get enough, for years Mother would
have to hide the trash bags to keep me from
stealing all the ties. I searched through Fathers closet and desk for misplaced pipe accessories. All my favorite toys were
hand made, modified or repaired out of wire.
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