Huh. Looks like it's starting to sprinkle outside.

Huh. Looks like it's starting to sprinkle outside.

HA.

Ha ha ha, Tom. I just got caught in flash-flood style rain coming from the subway. I refused to buy an umbrella, because I just bought one yesterday! Of course, I didn't have it with me, but I was on my way home anyway. I look like I just got out of the shower.

Luckily, the new modem (that was in a bag that ended up with an inch of water in the bottom) was in the top part of the box, over the cables which I didn't need to use anyway. The point is, the thing works.

Another sister, also then a toddler, kept riding her tricycle down the cement basement stairs (2 trips to the hospital; one visit from the social worker).

We had an old crib matress in our basement, which had handles on the side for easy transport. When my folks were out, my siblings and I used to use it to sled down the basement stairs onto the concrete floor. It's a miracle none of were ever hurt, but I still remember it as being one of the most fun things from childhood.

Sesame Street talk always leads me to tell the story of how Bob came to talk at our convocation when I was in college. Picture an auditorium of jaded and worldly music students, regressing en masse.

He did autographs afterwards, and a die hard jazzer admitted in front of the whole line that Bob was his favorite and asked for a hug. Very allergy inducing.

All the dumb-things-done-when-small stories are cracking me up.

When I was six, I noticed that the chewable vitamin c pills seemed to be the same size as the holes in our rotary phone. They were. Exactly. I filled every hole, and my mom had a heck of a time getting them out. I remember that shaking the phone upside down vigorously was not sufficient.

However, at least I didn't cause bodily injury. In junior high or high school, my cousin rigged up a "flying machine" that looked pretty much like Superman's cape only made of sticks and garbage bags, took a running start, and jumped off the deck to see if he could fly. He did go a fair ways from the house before hitting ground and breaking his arm.

Ooh, maybe he was there to get thrown into the castle dungeon.

With the trapdoor up on the tower!

I have none of these stories. WTF is wrong with me.

OK, then, let's do a "Most Fun Things Ever from Childhood" trip down memory lane!

For me, it was hanging with my cousins and playing at Gramma's farm. By the time I was born, all the animals were gone except for my great-uncle's old horse Dolly, who he kept boarded at the stable. So, in addition to very occasional rides on her (she was old, after all), we were able to play in the chicken house and dairy barn (with the great hay loft that had the basketball hoop set up for a pick-up game) that still had a lot of equipment that was cool to look at, climb the six apple trees and eat the apples when they got big enough (and get sick when they weren't), first washing them in the outdoor well, and in the fall pick sweet corn in the small field between the farmhouse and Uncle Ray's ranch house next door.

Oh, about the hanging toys: My family has a tradition of meaningful Christmas tree ornaments -- things that represent stuff in our lives that year. So, one year, my father did some skydiving. My mother mocked up a skydiving ornament, out of an action figure and a hankerchief and some string. But to get it to hang properly, the string has to go around the poor guy's neck, too. Oops.