Monday, March 24, 2003

Stomach Leads the Way

My grandma loves to tell the story of how I always knew when we were going for ice cream when I was little (like 3 years old). Just by the way the car was turning down roads, I knew and would get excited and start kicking my heels against the seat. When I was a little older, about 4. I apparently told my Uncle Don how to get to the former-Friendly's in Irondequoit while my mom and aunt were shopping. My Uncle Don wasn't from Rochester, so they believed him when he told them I showed him the way. A couple years later (around age 11), I remember telling my Uncle Chester how to get to the Friendly's in Greece from Charlotte. I've always been good with directions and I credit it all to ice cream.