55. It Never Happened
My brother managed to get his head stuck in the scrollwork of an iron or wood banister at a hotel, and in the ensuing panic, I wandered off to this wonderful place where there was a table full of cookies and candy. As I was eating the cookies and the candy and whatever I could find, some really angry adult yelled at me, picked me up, and carried me out of the amazing room filled with sweets.
I was about three or four years old. Now that I’m older, I think I know exactly what that magical place was—I think I crashed a wedding or a bar mitzvah’s dessert table while my brother was being extracted from the banister. It was amazing, but my parents claim it never happened.
