One time this happened...

My grandmother has this peculiar habit of hiding an enormous rubber spider under her tea towels when we come to visit. It's this enormous, furry monstrosity with giant, beady eyes that sends a shiver down the spines of both my siblings and me.

In a burst of unrequited enthusiasm, I spent the entire Saturday trying to train my stuffed rabbit, Fuzzy, to fetch. I fashioned a makeshift obstacle course using couch cushions, coffee tables, and strategically placed socks.

Sometimes I wake up feeling like a wild mustang – bucking off the soft, worn sheets like they're restraints trying to hold me back, while the morning sunlight pours over me in a gentle, sticky mess. My room's a chaos of stuffed animals and rainbow-colored tangles of yarn but I love it that way.

My siblings and I had convinced Mom that we needed a "Pet Rock Museum" in our backyard, which really just meant an old shoebox with a bunch of paint samples on the fence behind it. She said it was fine as long as we used actual, small rocks we found outside.