The conversation turned to a long ago event, memory of which was triggered by the television clip of a young boy slipping off a steep slide. The memory had father and son flying down a ski run in summertime, probably at Mt. Snow. All remembered bales of hay along the run, and the vehicle soaring through the hay bank and into the woods. "Was Marilyn on that run, or had she safely descended on the previous run with her father? Was the youngest standing with me watching? Who was where when the sled left the course? The five-year-old, listening, chimed in with, "Where was I?"
" Oh, she was told, "you weren't even born yet." Realizing that to be correct, and in her own defense, she said, "Oh, I knew that. I was being sarcastic."
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