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When we were kids the telephone man gave us the secret code you could use to make the phone booth phones call themselves to test the ringer. Loads of fun. I used to wake up early to watch Saturday morning cartoons. I know how to use the yellow pages, and I used to be the kid who would help you plug in and program all the old people’s tv and vcr and cable boxes. Most of the neighborhood kids had to be on by the time that one streetlight came on at dusk, but I was allowed to stay out later but usually went home too because it was boring after everyone else went home. We used to play tag football in the middle of the street and I was the wide receiver because I was the third or fourth oldest and the oldest two were always the quarterbacks. We used to all hang out at little jimmys house who was 8 or 10 years old because he had Mike Tyson’s punch out on NES. If one of our parents needed cigarettes we could walk up to buy them as long as we had a note from our mom.
This sounds like the perfect childhood