I have a very early memory of a late-night drizzle on the mattress. I was probably 4 or so. I think I was also scared to get out of bed. I have some WEIRD ass memories from back then. Remember those little cowboys and indians you could get in a big pack? They were molded from colored plastic, including their feet on the same plastic, but the feet were joined to a piece of plastic so they\'d stand upright...
Anyway, I have a clear memory of waking up at dawn, and looking out the window to see a godzilla-sized red plastic cowboy sauntering through the city. It didn\'t seem like a dream, but it had to have been. So um, anyone see a 12-story molded plastic cowboy walking through Rochester, NY in \'83 or \'84?