I was in my parents' bed in the morning and there was some light streaming through the window. I was playing with a kaleidoscope and really enjoying the distorted images inside.
My dad was singing the song "Oh What a Beautiful Morning."
That's it!
I don't know how old I was or even what house we lived in, because I don't remember that room from any other early memories. I don't think I went in my parents' room often at whatever age it was, and I think it was unusual for me to be in the bed in the morning. I think it was just me and my mom and my dad.
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