My grandfather was always on time to open his factory. If he wasn't the first person there, he was the second by seconds. That is until one snowy day when I was born.
From then on, he would start his car to warm it up. He would then come back inside to play with his new little toy... me. My mom said he they would all take turns, putting me on my back and watching me flip over. A novelty for sure, but whatever the case my grandfather wasn't quite as on time as usual anymore.
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