one lone random childhood memory

One of my friends has a blog that is pretty much stories and pictures and videos of her children. It made me think about how well chronicled kids' lives are these days. I would love to see detailed pics of my entire childhood life. Was the grass really as high as I remember it when we moved into the new house? Was I really ever that short? What was I like as a little kid?

The story today on my friend's blog reminded me of this one childhood incident: I was pretty young. I got out of bed for some reason and it was really dark. I don't know why, but I got scared, too scared to move anymore. I reached out and didn't feel anything. I leaned and reached and still couldn't find anything at all. just me kneeling on the carpet, isolated in a black and friendless universe. I think I started crying and I guess my mom heard me. She came in and turned on the light, and there was everything all around me, so close yet I hadn't been able to reach it in the dark.

that's all. just a lone, plotless random memory for you to explore.