I remember being described as a chatterbox when I was a kid. Every morning as I got out of bed, the decibel levels would increase around home. I used to have so so so many things to talk about, anything and everything was a question and I always wanted to find out the answer. When my parents were getting ready to go to work, I would be running around asking them things, talking and talking and talking. They then used to leave me at my grandparents home and push off to work from there. Once I settled down, I would start off another story, question, idea... and start jabbering to my grandparents. And as the day went by, I would be all over the place... jumping on sofa's, climbing tables, jumping off chairs and run around outside the house. Had so much to talk, that even when I sat with my dog, would start talking to him. Every waking second of my childhood was full of activity. I remember getting restless if I couldn't find anything to do.
