My face is pressed to prickly grass, the sun is an orange glow through my closed eyes. Around me a soft rippling of conversations, children shouting a long way off. Relaxed.

Out of nowhere a vivid memory. I'm kissing a girl clumsily. Later we're in the kitchen drinking coffee and she says Were you trying to french kiss me? The awful, unbearable embarrassment seeps out of the memory like lava. I burn. As memory "me" mumbles No I involuntarily shout No! You idiot!.

My eyes are open, the gentle surrounding conversations have stopped and everyone is looking at me. An embarrassing memory.