Knees, elbows, chins, hands, and feet un-systematically pound and turn in my back and legs. Every now and then my head gets squashed but a quick note or redirection usually fixes the problem. In the background there are sounds of screaming, giggling, crying, and laughing, This is my massage as I dare to lay down on the couch. Then as I decide to get up, I'm told, "Hey, you're a playground!" No wonder Chad is always laying down on the job; it feels pretty good (most of the time).