conuly

That was my conclusion. All I can conclude is that it was *bad*. I have very few memories from that age, and that one's the only one I can remember with any sort of clarity - and I can't even remember the pertinant part of it.

No, wait. I also very clearly remember the next year, when I just-about drowned. Again, I don't remember the drowning part, though I remember what led up to it (I was trying to ride on the underside of some floaties, and got tangled) and the aftereffects (I had to get saved). The going under the water bit? Nuthin'.

Sometimes, I'm amazed I survived my childhood, given the things I did to myself. Like the time I tried to get off my bunkbed headfirst. I succeeded, too....