(Originally Written May 13, 2002)

I remember how proud I was that Christmas. It must have been 1986 and I got a pack of wooden pencils with my name engraved upon them. That, I remember was a great Christmas, I felt very happy and warm, everything seemed the way it should.
That Christmas we got some more Lego blocks and a plinko game.

I remember going to bed one night after playing in the living room, the pot lights in the ceiling were on and illuminated the red carpet. The orange lights shone down giving the carpet a brilliant colour that seemed like if you licked it, it would taste like orange Kool-Aid.

That night we left the Lego blocks on the floor without having to clean up our mess.

It was snowing