And I was laying in bed with the image of me (like I was there to see me...?) at 10 years old, full of the happiness of summer, standing at the top of our aluminum slide, poised and wiggling my happy fanny, getting ready to slip down into the wading pool full of grassy water stuck in my head.
Because I love to recall traumatic moments, obviously, like having the back seam of your homemade suit rip out so that what you don't realize at that very triumphant on-top moment, is that the 10 kids behind you are actually getting a pretty good view of your sideways smile back there. And laughing. So you go from being on top, right back to the bottom.
There's proably some life lesson to be learned there. And I'm probably going to go back to bed and have a really wierd dream.