I remember being small enough to:
- Stand upright beneath the dining room table and look out at the rest of the room through the lace tablecloth, which I thought created a cool overlay pattern over mundane objects.
- Fit in the compartment *behind* the back of a VW bug. Boy, that fabric was scratchy!
- Sit on top of the refrigerator and kick my heels against its cool sides.
- Fit inside the top cabinets in the bedroom of the house we moved into when I was 4. (The other memories are earlier.)