Speaking of showers….. The only reference I have as an adult to how small I once was is the shower towel. When I was younger, like 5 or 7, I always associated climbing out of the tub or shower with a great big fuzzy towel. Either Mom or Dad would wrap me up and quickly dry me off. When I was older and able to responsibly practice good bathing techniques, they would let me do my thing. But the thing is, I liked to stand there and drip dry. The towel hugged over my shoulders with a tight grip. Hair would drip, and on cold morning’s goose bumps would appear…