A point of clarification

First off let me fess up. I was never a stage diver. I caught stage divers, had them land on my head at shows, punched them as they passed overhead if they were rude enough to kick, but never made the crazy leap to the sea of hands myself. It just sounds better to say “stage dives to station wagons” than “from getting kicked in the head by stage divers to station wagons”. That kind of lacks something. No ring to it. I guess I could have named this blog “From Mosh Pits to Motherhood”, but I didn’t think of that at the time. So excuse the poetic license and read on understanding the spirit in which it was intended.