Family Story

When I was maybe 2 years old, my parents and I moved into our new house in Staten Island. We had recently moved from our apartment in Brooklyn and I wasn't used to having stairs going up and down in the house. I wanted to climb up them in the worst way but my mom wouldn't let me because she was afraid I was going to get hurt. So, as a result of not being able to go up the stairs, I got mad and walked over to my dad on the couch. He was lying down so I took out my anger on him and slapped his face. My parents were hysterical laughing.