Day 9 *Fan Club*

I remember as a child, lying on my back on the floor and imagining that the ceiling was the floor.

It looked so neat and clean that way, and walking around a room was unhampered by furniture and other clutter, like a sleeping dog. Nothing to step on. I could walk through the room with my eyes closed because there was nothing to trip over, except the light fixture in the center of the room.

I imagined that the light on the floor was a campfire, and we could all sit around it and toast marshmallows on sticks, and the goo wouldn't fall on the carpet in a sticky, sugary blob. We didn't have ceiling fans in our home when I was a kid, but if we had, I imagine I would have thought it a fun game to turn the fan on low and jump each blade as it went around. Like jumprope with a painful twist if I missed.

Too soon, the innocence of childhood is swept away and our perception changes as we become responsible for our surroundings. Now, as an adult reflecting on inverted floors and ceilings, I just think how much easier it would be to keep the *floors* clean.