Growing up I had this stuffed lamb with a music box inside of it. The lamb was shaped like it was laying down in a green pasture or something along those lines. When I was upset, or especially tired, I used to put the stomach up to my ear and turn the key to make the music play. Along with every single note I could hear the clicking of the gears that made the music play.

You know when you're listening to music or people talking and you take your hands and cover your ears and then remove them real quick and repeat that over and over kinda fast you can hear the swish of you hands touching your ears and you can hear half a second of sound bites that are clear and half a second of sound bites that are muffled. I always likes the way that sounded.

I remember waking up sometimes when I wasn't in school and at about 10:00 in the summer the Sun would shine through the living room windows and onto the floor. I would go out there and lay in with my face down on the warm spot sometimes. We had brown (like Milk Chocolate) carpet that was kinda matted down in some spots. I used to like to run my hand through the pile from the cold spot to the warm spot created by the Sun.