somehow, it came up at dinner this evening. while we sat outside at my parents' ranch we discussed events in my past. kevin, sarah, jefe, katie and i listened as my father did his best to embarass me. they told of the time i almost fell off the wall of a spanish mission at one year old. then my mom says, "well he did fall off that wall several years later."

"oh, you mean when i fell off the rafters at school? i wrote about that on my site a couple of days ago."

my mom gave this blank stare. "i thought you fell off a wall."

at some point in my life, i forgot that i never told my parents the truth about what happened that day twenty-five years ago.

my dad says, "all we knew was that he came home with a phone book taped to his arm."

true true.