Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Memory of the Day
When I was a little kid, one of my favorite things to do was to jump into piles of dirty laundry my mom had set aside for washing. With a running start, I'd pretend to be Superman and dive fearlessly into the huge fluffy piles. I'd also bury myself in the dirty clothes and pretend to be the trash heap from Fraggle Rock. This was in a more innocent time before I learned about skidmarks and dingleberries.
