Long ago, when I was a little 5-year-old, I was exploring around in the woods up at my cabin. Picking flowers and such. I decided to go lay down in the bunk house at the top of the hill, but instead was greeted by my topless grandmother who was mid change. Her eyes lit up like a Broadway singer stretching out a dying breath of air. She was just as frightened as I was. Here is my first little animation inspired by that revealing experience. God love ya, Bev.