I was about 5 years old living in a high rise type building in Buenos Aires and perhaps because of the futility of being trapped on a small balcony with my tricycle I started disassembling it and throwing the pieces...or should I say: allowing the pieces to fall several stories to the ground below. My mother soon caught wind and managed to retrieve some parts and the tricycle was perhaps put back together...I dont recall that part.

I remember having big family gatherings, going to kindergarten, going to restaurants and fishing with my grandfather. Then we moved back to the US...to West Hartford CT. Don't correct me if I'm wrong but there are only two things in West Hartford that I know worth going to...The Wadsworth and Wholefoods and the latter is only if you happen to be hungry or need to buy an Herb Pharm tincture.

Umm, so the Whole Foods was decades away from existing when we moved there and the whole relocation thing at that age felt like being habituated to the comforts of a large screen TV and all the channels to then just staring at a blank wall; and maybe that is why I do not have a TV or cable and I practice zen meditation facing a blank wall.