Twenty-six

During the breaks, we played hopscotch with modified rules: the pebble could only be picked up by the person who standing on one foot could recite a non-repeating Shakespeare sonnet. "Mine eyes have drawn thy shape," etc. etc. At night, we practiced. To this day, I cannot fall asleep until I have gone through the lines of numbers 27 and 151 in my mind. I also have a special fondness for numbering my writings.