3 Years Old

At three, I was an absolute fashion icon—if mismatched tutus over pajamas count. I strutted my stuff with the confidence of someone who believed they owned the runway (or at least the living room). And then there was Dora the Explorer— my ultimate partner-in-crime. If I wasn’t shouting "Swiper, no swiping!" at thin air, I was probably quizzing my family on where the map.

This was peak me: a pint-sized diva with a flair for dramatics and a backpack full of attitude, convinced that dressing up and solving imaginary adventures were my life's calling. If you didn’t find me mid-costume change, I was probably glued to the TV, thinking Dora and I were destined to take over the world—one bilingual catchphrase at a time.