Mr. Sandman!

Oh where are you? I think you got lost on the way to my room...

Arggh! The people above me are apparently having some sort of party, so I can't sleep because of the incessant pumping of the bass through the ceiling.

Random childhood memory:

I'm young, probably around 10 or so...my parents are away somewhere, so I'm staying with my aunt and uncle. I didn't get to do this often, but I always loved going to their house. It was a big Victorian, with creaky floors and ornate ceilings. My favourite thing was the huge pine tree out front. There was a swing on one of the branches, made out of simple rope and an old board. I remember being under the shade of the tree, swinging as high as it would let me. I used to love that feeling of wind rushing past me, and the feel of the rope in my hands. I still remember the sting of the sun in my eyes the higher I went, and the jerk of the seat as I came back down.

My aunt and uncle moved two years ago. I cried when I found out that they were selling their house. A young couple with children moved into the house, and my aunt and uncle moved into a condo across town. Last time I walked past the old house I noticed that the swing was still there...I hope those kids use that swing and love it as much as I did.