As a toddler, I use to wake up ridiculously early. I can easily remember waking up before the sun even started rising. I use to love the morning because that meant the house was still and quiet and I had the living room all to myself. I could play with my dollhouse without my sister bugging me or watch a little bit of tv without my siblings and I fighting over the remote. As I approach thirty, I find it a little funny that I still have a very vivid memory of getting up hours before school and turning on the tube just so I could watch Flipper and then Mr. Wizard's World on Nickelodeon. I was such a nerd for science experiments.