My grandma took me to my cousin Chelsea's birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese, and the jealousy that characterized my personality as a kid knew no bounds: I threw a fit and pouted the entire party because her birthday was before mine in May, and because I felt shy around that many kids in one place.
This is what I thought my memory was. Really, the birthday party was at the pool at my great grandma's house in Yakima and I was just so unbelievably shy that I could barely function. For some reason, my brain stored it as a Chuck E. Cheese event.
But one other time I really WAS at Chuck E. Cheese and perched myself on the side of the ball pool, carefully lining up all the brown balls I could find along the ledge. Absorbed in my own project, I was startled when a smiling couple outside the net asked me what I was doing. I scrambled all the balls back into the pool and dove in after them, my surprise was so complete. That pretty much summarizes how scared I was of getting in trouble as a kid.
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