Day 17- Your favorite memory

I would say my favorite memory was when I was a baby crawling into the kitchen to the refrigerator. I open it up and starting eating whatever I could eat. I ate butter, cheese and who know what else. I was making my way to the trash can and before I could eat anything, but my mother came and got me. I could no believe myself but I was a greedy and fat baby.

(yes I remember that long ago. I asked my mother if it remember right and she said yes I did do that)