Here I am with Speedy Alexander on the seesaw at school. In my cortical memory I recall a time when seesaws were rusty, hulking metal things that crashed with a contusion-inducing shudder when your partner bolted. Not so with this one: if Speedy suddenly decided to do something else, I would float gently down on my elegantly-clad stems. Somehow it doesn't seem real.

Labels: socialization