AS KIDS OF THE PAST WE COME AS KIDS OF THE FUTURE....
The lights.
The sound.
The faces.
We are intrigued and shocked- scared at our tippy toes. It's just the illusion of comfort and me with my puffy distorted curls and over sized denim shorts.
And don't forget my pager.
Father must just be so worried but I have much more to discover before going back!
That is if I can figure out how to.
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