I remember when our family was stationed at Fort Clayton in the Panama Canal Zone. I was ten years old and Gary was one. I put him in a stroller and took him to get a ice cream cone. That ice cream was all over his face and shirt because it was so hot out. I had to keep wiping his face but he did like that ice cream cone. Then there were the times our parents would go to the movie theater and I would have to baby sit him. He would wake up crying and the only way I could get him to stop was by rocking his crib. I rocked him for so long that my arms hurt. I thought to myself I just can't wait until he is old enough so I don't have to do this anymore. Well that was yesterday now yesterday's gone.