This only includes places I've physically moved my possessions to for living purposes. It doesn't include quarterly pilgrimages to Tampa for 1-2 weeks, etc. It doesn't include the weeks in a motel in Augusta while we waited for the moving company to deliver a bicycle to another part of the country before they delivered all our belongings. It doesn't count extended stays with relatives, or anything else that wasn't an actual move.
One day, while I was screaming my head off in my crib, I suddenly got real quiet. Mom said a prayer of thanks and kept on cleaning. When the quiet kept up, she came to check on me - but I was gone! She ripped through the trailer looking for me, then ran hollering to the next door neighbor, "Call the police! My baby's been kidnapped!" The neighbor met her at the door, holding me. I don't think they ever talked again after that.