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Ah, to be a kid again. Youthful innocence, playgrounds, and Super Soakers. . .those were the days.
I remember rushing out to the store to buy the Super Soaker 50 when it first came out. . .
And
breaking it in a week because I pumped it too hard. But damn, that was
a fun week . . . until the high school kid across the street got a
Super Soaker as well and would harass my five-year old ass. (at least
the water hid the tears).
He also liked hair metal. Sometimes, when I close my eyes at night, I see this face in my nightmares:
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