I took a week off there, didya notice? But now I’m back and in the time-honoured tradition of the first essay of the school year, I declare this to be “How I spent my summer vacation,” week on the blog. I even did you up a special little badge. How do you like me now?
This story really starts when I was about two-and-half-years old, however. My parents brought me to the grand, old Crystal Beach amusement park that has since closed down. I don’t remember this trip at all, but my dad tells me I had been clamouring to ride the Ferris wheel all day. We finally boarded the Ferris wheel — my heavily pregnant mother, my father and I — in the evening and I was incredibly excited. As the Ferris wheel turned, and stopped, and let on more people, and turned and stopped again, it rose higher and higher. My excitement gave way to apprehension and then, being newly toilet trained, I pooed my pants.