…I went to California on a school trip. It was the first time I had ever been to Los Angeles.

During the trip our class visited Universal Studios. At the end of the day, just as we were about to leave, I thought it would be a brilliant idea to go ahead and run up the down escalator.

It proved to be a horrible idea. I tripped and, well, this happened.

Which was then followed by an emergency room visit (as chaperoned by my seventh grade history teacher, Mrs. Johnson) and a handful of stitches.

This past Friday a few of us went to Universal Studios for Halloween Horror Nights, and I returned to that dreaded escalator for the first time in more than twenty years.

Oddly enough, I found myself getting nostalgic for what truly was a traumatic event. I started wondering if buried somewhere deep within the mechanics of the escalator was possibly a tiny bit of me.

That would be awesome. And creepy. But mostly awesome.

I’ve seen my kneecap,