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I think I was about 8 years old when I went to a friend's birthday party at Lorin Farr Swimming Pool.  At one point in the day I got tired and decided to take a nap, so I found a comfortable spot on the grass and curled up under my towel.  I tucked all the edges of the towel under myself and probably looked like a towel-covered rock.

I slept soundly until a loud voice announced over the P.A. system that I was missing and my group was looking for me.