Me vs The Blue Bomb

I was little. I was awesome. I was walking with Nenners and Waywin. I was encompassed in a large snowsuit. I could not see. I was running with childlike abandon. I was joyful. I was clumsy. I ran smack into my parents car. I was distraught. I was offended. I voiced that offense with a lisp and a little bit of my own language. I cried out, 'Waywin! Da boo bom hit me. Da boo bom hit me'. I don't think I liked that car or even that snowsuit ever again.