This is one of the best stories I wrote:

You begin life as the smallest breathing thing in the room,smaller even then cat ,though not the bubgie or the mouse, come to think of it. but you do start of small.

Then you begin to fill out the space. the baby's is suddenly to small. you climb into the bassinet*
and outgrow that.

you are dropped behind the bars of a cot. you then out grow that. You are given you first bed and the freedom of your own room then you are given the freedom of the house. pretty soon you can make out another world though the windows of your house.



* for the people who do not know a bassinet is a baby's wicker cradle, usually with a hood.