I must have been about three years old
Some of us kids were playing ball on a long narrow corridor upstairs
The ball seemed to find its way downstairs
I was always told to go get it, being the youngest
It meant walking to the front, down the stairs and then to the back where the ball dropped
After many trips to pick the ball, I thought of the shortest path downstairs
I decided to take that path. Anyway all I can remember after that was being in my mother’s arms as visitors came to greet her… and me too.