I was sitting in the back seat of a car, stuffed between my friend, his brother, and his brother’s friend.  His dad was driving and his mom was in the passenger seat. The sunroof and windows were open, wind was flowing through the car, music was blasting.  It was May 17th, the day before my 17th birthday.  We were on our way to dinner.  The day before I was going to get my drivers license.  The day before freedom.

SPLAT.

Something hit me.  In the face.  An acorn?  Twig?  Toy?  No.  I wiped my face and saw it on my hand.  There was a smudge.  And that familiar blackish and white speckled stuff.  You know what I mean.  It was bird poop.  Through the sunroof.  Speeding down the road.  Direct hit.  We laughed.

True story.

And so it begins….

Shif Happens.