I remember having the measles. I am in bed and the room is always dark because the curtains are closed. In the morning, I cannot open my eyes until my mother cleans off all the sticky goo on my eyelashes.
I eat an unappealing diet of flat soda, dry toast, gelatin, and hot or cold consommé. The best part of meal time is the tray with the legs that sits over my lap. A map of the United States covers the tray and it has little magnetized ships, cars, and locomotives to move around the map. I only get to play with this when I am sick. I don’t remember having chicken pox, whooping cough, or mumps although I had them all, as did my older brother….