Out of Control

I don’t know — I don’t really remember this one — but apparently I used to lose it completely wherever we went, and my mom hated taking me anywhere because of it.
On the bus, I’d throw myself on the floor screaming until someone gave up a seat for me.
If I spotted a ppeongtwigi (puffed rice snack) vendor, I’d throw a fit until it was in my hands.
If someone wanted to take my picture, I’d throw a fit because I didn’t want to.
According to my mom, I basically didn’t need legs — rolling around on the ground got me everywhere just fine.