The time before I fell out of bed because of double leg cramp action last fall was when I was about 8. The only thing I know is that I woke up from a perfectly peaceful slumber — on my white shag area rug. I guess when you weigh about 50 pounds you can hit the ground and stay asleep.

Man, I loved my bedroom in Phoenix. My mom had redone it that year in an explosion of pink daisy pop art madness. Two twin beds, a Toot-a-Loop on the night stand, Wacky Package stickers stuck on the closet door. Perfection.