Smelly little golf ball.

Probably around the same year as the ear wax incident I coughed up what looked like a tiny little golf ball but a bit more off white in color. Maybe about two and a half peas in size. I smooshed it between my fingers. What ever it was smooshed with a consistency somewhere between peanut butter cookie dough and mashed potatoes. I can't remember if this happened around the same time as some illness or not. It smelled really bad too.

The first thing I can ever remember stealing was a match box car from my friend Jon Whitney. We were lying on his floor playing with cars and somehow I was able to grab the car I wanted with my toes, transfer it to my hand and into my pants pocket. I had exactly the same car at home. Why did I need to steal his. For years to come I'd see that car and think "I stole that from Jon Whitney, why?" I seem to recall seeing that car around well into my high school years, probably every time I had to clean my room I'd come across it.