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...
My Telescope
As much as I wanted to punch it or throw it at a tree, it was a dope telescope and I made it work. It was just so sensitive that if you tapped it with a Q-tip as lightly as possible, it would move your view like 9 light-years to the right. I’m not even exaggerating.