The Roof, The Roof...

Here's another random memory...

When I was five years old I remember getting up one morning and feeling very clingy to my mother for some reason. I followed her around the house all morning and eventually wore down her nerves. I remember trying to follow her into the bathroom and she kept telling me to go to my room and play, watch tv or do something. I went in the room and sat on the bed for all of two seconds before popping right back up and running to the bathroom and opening the door.

I went back to my room as commanded and again sat there for a good ten seconds before popping right back up to run tell her something funny that I saw on the Smurfs. She nor I could figure out what was up with me that day. I just felt compelled to be up under her and out of my room. Finally, she snapped and went Black mother on me and broke out the Thundercat voice--the one where your mother jacks you up by the collar and is able to yell at you even though she's whispering and her teeth are clenched together yet she enunciates every syllable.

I put my head down, pouted out my lip and walked back to my room. Just as I got to the door frame, there was this loud pop and the entire ceiling collapsed in my room. We had a leaky roof and I guess the water damage reached critical mass in that area causing the entire thing, dry wall, wood supports, etc to come crashing down. My mother turned into the Flash as she came running down the hall to see if I was okay.

No one ever talked about that day afterward, but that was my earliest memory of feeling like something or someone was watching out for me.