Pong. Without the ping. It was the best.
My eighth year on this Earth was a good one, as I recall. I was in the third grade. I played softball in the Summer. And all throughout the year, I shot baskets in my backyard. What more could a kid want? Well. Unbeknownst to me, there were a lot of good things just lying […]
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