I must have been around six years old and I made a ceramic pipe holder for my godmother's husband. When I proudly presented it to him, he turned it around in his hands several times and asked what it was. When I announced it was a pipe holder for all his pipes, he told me he didn't smoke a pipe. I kept insisting he did and wouldn't stop till my mom finally told me to shut up.
This weird little scenario pops into my head occasionally and I always wondered if I might have been insane as a child. That's still a possibility but I FINALLY realized that this guy bore a strong resemblance to Walt Disney whom I fanatically watched every Sunday night. Somehow my confused little brain gave my godmother's husband a pipe habit.
Yeah, boring story but it's kind of a relief to understand what the hell I was thinking back then.
Now I wonder what other embarrassing childhood story my aging brain is going to latch onto.
