For the first in his life, Barry felt his parents were happy. They loved their jobs, the house, and were making friends.
As he spent every day doing some kind of physical activity he really was tired when the clock hit 9 so going to bed was not an issue.
On Labour Day, knowing school would begin tomorrow, Barry picked out his clothes, practiced saying his name, and went to bed hoping things went as he imagined.
He dreamed of fantastic entrances morphing various television characters into himself. He awoke feeling great.