I found this picture of me, from 1962. I was 4 years old.

Laurel age 4

I do not like football, nor have I ever liked football. I’m sure that sweatshirt was a hand-me-down from an older brother.

I tried to like football when I was in high school. Every year, we had a few days called “Enrichment Days”, when we’d have learning activities outside of the classroom. I took “Football Appreciation” one year. I learned about off-sides, first-downs, and interceptions. It failed to significantly enhance my appreciation of the sport.

I think most of those “enrichment” classes were designed by Dick Cheney and the CIA. One year, I went on a 20 mile bike ride. My parents felt that 3 bikes were plenty for 9 kids, so I never actually had my own bicycle. I borrowed No.4 Sis’ used, crappy 3-speed bike, while all the other kids had sleek 10-speeds. We were supposed to be back at school at 3:00, but it took me until 6:00 p.m.

I don’t remember much about that day, except every muscle I had ached, and I had blisters on my feet. Did I end up walking the bike for miles?

Dr. Ima Shrink would find such a fragmented memory ripe for psychoanalysis. No doubt I’ve repressed my memories due to trauma. Somewhere, deep inside, I’m probably still angry about the whole event. Anger balls up and lives inside my body like a toxic bubble, just waiting to be recalled and expressed.

The bicycle-shaped anger bubble lives right next to The Church anger bubble, which is cozy with the deejay anger bubble, which lies just under the red-headed-ex-boyfriend bubbles (there are 2). Damn, that’s a lot of bubbles.

They really rarely bother me though, because joy can be held in your body, too. In fact, I drink it in and celebrate it every opportunity I get.

My greatest joy bubbles are my uncounted nieces and nephews (really, I don’t know how many there are), my 17 grand-nieces and nephews, and my sweet, little great-grand-niece.

And cats. Cats, cats, cats. Lots of cats.

Stay tuned…

p.s. Exactly zero stamp sets sold at the rummage sale. ZERO! I don’t think I can put off E-bay much longer.

p.p.s. I shared this at Chic on a Shoestring.