NASA and bungee jumping

Kindergarten was the beginning of my bookish years. Depending on who you ask, I either never had those years or I never outgrew them. Mrs. Brown was an aged white woman who seemed to get older right before our eyes. Her class was never enjoyable and it was even worse on snow days. When white flakes fell from the sky, my mom placed me in a snow suit that required her, several NASA engineers and sixteen power tools to get into.

Somehow always a bit late, I would run from the car to the building in my all-purpose-environmental-Hazmat-snowsuit. However, with my brother’s scarf usually adorning my neck, I would find that even my Down-feathered-hobbling would allow the scarf to snag a Franklin El doorknob. I almost hung myself several times each winter with my horizontal bungee jump.