when I was eight years old, I was shopping with my mother and spaced out in the supermarket. I inadvertently walked into another woman’s cart; she had to say something several times before I noticed her, and then she began to yell about “getting your head out of the clouds”. My mom reared on the lady and snapped that if her daughter wanted to daydream in the produce aisle, absolutely no one was going to bother her.

I’ve always been eccentric; I’ve always had an awesome mother.