Shifting Sands
What I think I remember is having some tool in my hand, and hearing a whirring sound as I pressed it to the bolt attached to the base of the toilet. The next thing I hear is Aunt Betsy using her entire lung compacity to get me out of the bathroom. I was startled, as she never raised her voice towards me before. I took off running, splashing by my mess, towards the back room of the trailer. I dove headfirst into a box of large stuffed animals. I sat quietly at the bottom for what felt like hours until those fuzzy friends began to shift, then slowly her face was revealed with those classic tinted coke bottle glass. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell." Growing up this story was told often at family get togethers and barbeques, so I'm completely unsure if this is my first memory or simply something my mind constructed from hearing it so many times.