There was a miniature golf course two blocks from my house. It was called Goofy Golf or Gooney Golf, and the highlight was the giant dinosaur - it was impossible to get a hole-in-one because of his legs. One summer day I, my brother, and a couple of my male cousins decided to walk over and play a game - I rode my bike and they followed. We were probably a pretty rag-tag group of kids. I live in southern Louisiana, where the intense heat and humidity can really knock you out. So, we were about three quarters through the game when I started feeling nauseous and dizzy. This caused a great deal of excitement - my cousins went into "emergency mode" and dragged me into the shade of the dinosaur. My brother ran to the vending machine and bought a can of Mountain Dew, but by this time I was seeing black spots in front of my eyes and fell backwards onto the hot pavement - I remember seeing the sun glaring off of the banana seat of my bicycle. I wouldn't drink the Mountain Dew, so they decided to pour it onto my forehead. For some reason, this is now one of my favorite childhood memories. I am strange.