I was three, I believe. While my mom worked, she put me in the care of her cousin, Carol, who ran a daycare out of her home. Carol also had six kids of her own, who would play with us after they came home from school.

One afternoon, her boys were playing football, and I was on the shoulder of her son Patrick. He was running, and somehow, fell. With me on his shoulders, it seemed like a mighty fall - but I was fine. A lot of crying, to be sure.

Oddly enough, I ran into him at a wedding nearly fifteen years later, and he remembered the same event!