Proustian
I was a really weird little kid. Just now I saw a scene in a movie called The Beast with Five Fingers. A man hears scary sounds and tries, with great difficulty, to get out of bed. For some reason, it sparked something I did when I was about ten years old. I think I had just finished reading Pearl Bucks The Good Earth - one of my first grown up books - and while showering I pretended I was a rice picker who had to gather the grain no matter how hard it was raining … i.e. the shower. On my hands and needs, gasping for air, trying not to surrender to the torrential downpour, I gathered the rice until the hot water ran out.