My little gremlin

Whenever I dreamed of my children ever since I was young, I dreamed of Charlie.  It was like I had known him all along.  Oddly it seems I even have hints of memories that never were.  Charlie running down the stairs in his little boy underwear, terrorizing everything in his path.  I see his round little face grrrrr'ing and flexing his non-existent muscles.  He was my little gremlin.