Hehe, my first memory is standing outside, in front of the burn barrel at our house in Blythe, CA, with my Dad handing me my bottle and my sippie cup. He was tired of me going back and forth between the two. He told me "Son, you have to decide if you're going to grow up now or be a little baby. Choose which you want to keep and throw the other in the barrel." I threw the bottle in, and my mom got pissed. She was pregnant with my little sister and wanted to reuse the bottle for when my sister was born...