Just wanted to share with you a memory I dredged up from my early childhood.
I must have been about three years old when my mom took me to have my photo taken. I don't know if my mom didn't tell me where we were going or if I just didn't understand. All I remember is that the photographer kept trying to sit me up on the table and I freaked out.
Why? I associated being picked up by a grownup and placed on a table with going to the doctor's office and getting a shot! It just goes to show what is going on in a kid's mind.
I've still got the photo of me crying (my mom was so disappointed she kept it at the bottom of her bedroom drawer). I'll try to scan it in someday.