July 24, 2020: Beginning

     The blue-eyed fair-haired toddler sits petulantly on the floor, gazing fixedly at the cookie jar on the table above his head. His mind had not developed the concept of words yet, but he knew that he wanted what was there.
     Without really thinking about how or what he would do, he grasped the edge of the table, mouth-watering over the sweet-savory taste he remembered. He pulled on the table, trying to draw the tasty morsels down to him, and to his surprise, they actually came down to him, or so he believed at first, but when he looked around, the floor had fallen away from him somehow.
     Looking down at his body, it was no longer neatly folded in its natural position where it had always been. It was stretched out away from him and his head was way up here by the table. About that time, he heard sounds that he knew came from the Warm Soft One who brought him to this place.
     “Look,” she said. “He’s standing!”
     Puzzling over these strange sounds, he somehow sensed that this was just the start of something….