Stories from my Childhood
How to Grow a Four O'Clock Seed
Then it happened. Lisa couldn't breathe. Fast forward to the pediatrician's claustrophobic emergency room. I remember it as a small place with totally insane mind-bending animal theme wallpaper, a gross smell which according to my mother was the smell of clean, a really tall cushioned bench upholstered with the same look and feel as a booth bench of a 1970's diner, but covered with a roll of crunchy white paper. And one last detail... The glass jar filled with wooden popsicle sticks in the far corner...