2008-09-05 / On Second Thought
Thirty- something speaks
Utopia does not contain plastic golf clubs
When my dad was alive he had very fond memories of me as a child. He didn't remember me climbing to the top of dressers and china cabinets pretending to be one of the monkeys I used to watch on Wild Kingdom. He had no recollection of my forward flips from our upstairs loft onto the first floor couch.