Knock knock! Who’s there? Banana. Banana who? Knock knock! Who’s there? Banana. Banana who? Knock knock! Who’s there? Banana. Banana who? Knock knock! Who’s there? Orange. Orange you glad I didn’t say banana? There was a crawl space in the attic my mom turned into a library/playroom. As an adult with no children, it is not hard for me to understand how intelligent my mom was as a parent. The attic was a perfect place to play when we were inside. As a child, it was space that felt so tiny, so far and tucked away, only imagination could get to it. My memories of playing in the attic are vivid. That is how well-thought Mom curated it. My sisters and I would have to pass all of our handmade Halloween costumes, all of our handsewn Easter and Christmas Mass dresses, too, to get to the books, music and toys waiting for us. I remember the joke book that knock knock joke was written in. I remember, too...