I remember getting blisters from my jelly shoes and sleeping on my water bed.
I remember playing ET and Montazuma's Revenge on the Atari.
I remember "writing games" for our Commodore 64.
My parents used to have an 8-track player, but I never actually listened to anything on it. I did use that record player, though. I remember listening to "Skip To My Lou" and dancing around the living room like a fool.
And I remember how
this album cover used to scare the **** out of me. I've actually still got that at home.
I remember begging my parents for a
Lester ventriloquist doll for some reason. I still have him. He's a little scary now.
I remember making my list out for Santa Claus, and all I wrote was "
Omnibot 2000" over and over again. I was convinced he would do the dishes and clean my room for me.
I remember when Michael Jackson was
black not a child molester cool. (I actually downloaded the "Thriller" video the other day to my iPod.)