That's disconcerting

Just for shits and giggles, I have been poking around job Web sites for the last week or so, and I am surprised at how little is available. I had no idea the market was still on the outs, as it was two years ago when I graced into where I'm at now. While I'm not looking for work at the moment, it's always a good idea to keep an eye on what the options are. And apparently, there aren't many.
I'm reading Dean Koontz's Odd Thomas. At the moment, I'm engrossed, which makes me wonder why I'm sitting here writing this when I could be reading.
According to a comment on the last post, a loyal reader took her first flight. I don't quite remember anything about the first time I flew, but I know that my mom and I went to Colombia to visit my grandparents when I was five, and I remember some of the trip. When we got off the plane back in switzerland, I remember my family waiting for us there.
The second time I flew, it was the whole family, as we left Switzerland for Chapel Hill, NC. I remember a few things about that light...they gave me a coloring book, and I remember asking for french fries. Also, I think I lost my favorite toy cars on the cab ride from the airport to our house. That really pissed me off. I wanted them near me to keep them safe, but I guess as a five year old kid, things don't stay in your hands very long. I remember I had a volvo station wagon that was like our real volvo in that bag I lost. I also had a car that you could open all the doors.
Not to overstate the obvious, but I've already noted how big of a car dork I am. I can't believe I remember what car models I lost when I was five, when I've almost completely forgotten everything about the 10th grade. I'm not being glib or trying to be funny, but almost that whole year is a loss. Can't explain it.