Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Bust them bubbles

                       

Once in awhile I can't sleep. Throughout my childhood, ADHD kept me up for hours after everyone else had slipped off to dreamland. I remember one family get-together in which my cousin John and I (roughly the same age) pretended our beds were trampolines, with our careless little feet landing inches from the face of John's older sister Pat, who we later discovered was really  sleeping, and not pretending.