Jannie,

My father's friend had a slot machine in his finished basement. When my parents would socialize at their home, I got to play with the slot machine to my heart's content. I'm thinking that maybe it didn't require putting money in.

I'm not sure why I think the following is such a cool memory. One day when I was around three year's old, my mother and I went to pick black-eyed susans at the end of this long driveway on the estate where we were living at the time. We were renting the garage apartment. Anyway, suddenly bees started to swarm out from around the flowers. I can remember my mother screaming, and the two of us running up the driveway together.

Maybe it's because that's the only time I can remember my mother running with me that it is a particularly fond memory. My Mom was 39 when she had me.

EJ