I was crossing the street today, through traffic of course because I like to disobey major laws, and a conglomeration of smells emerged that sent me sailing back to another life and time. It was fall, and rain, and bus pollution....and somewhere in the distance, cafeteria food.

I was five years old, back in LaPorte, IN........great little town.

We used to walk to school, a whole gang of us, none being over the age of eight I'm sure. No one ever tried to kidnap us...no one seemed to worry about the fact that someone might kidnap us.

Or maybe I was just stoked to be out on my own doing something and oblivious to that notion?

I feel this same theme running parallel to my current life....twenty-plus years in the future. I get so wrapped up in my schedule, and my daily tasks, and my thoughts/daydreams (because mostly that's what they end up being) and my everything. I forget sometimes that I am totally vulnerable to the faults of others and myself.

But, whatevs.