A Child’s Paradise
My brother managed to get his head stuck in the scrollwork of an iron/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’m eating the cookies and the candy and whatever I can find – some really angry adult yells at me, picks me up and carries me out of this amazing room filled with sweets.
I was about 3 or 4 years old. I think I crashed a wedding or a bar mitzvah’s dessert table while my brother was bI 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.