My mom liked to listen to the stereo during the day and dance around the room holding me (no, not ALL day long — she would sometimes cook, clean and take care of the animals too!). When I was old enough to start trying to walk, she would prop me up by the sofa in our living room and then move a foot away and encourage me to come to her. If the stereo was on, I would laugh and bounce up and down to the music instead of trying to walk.
I eventually did learn how to walk, but apparently still liked bouncing to the music. One day she came in the room and found I had crawled up on TOP of the hard-top record player that was on the floor with the lid shut, and was doing my version of dancing on top.
