Reminiscing...
I have almost a ton of pogs, that is, if pogs weighed one pound each. I was going through stuff when I came across my pog collection. For those who don't know, a pog is a little round piece of cardboard with a decoration on one (or both) side(s). Extremely bored, I decided to count them. Apparently, I have 1,650 of them. A nice round number, don't you think? But I want more. Too bad they don't sell them any more. I had a few of them with a Fred Meyer price tag of 5 cents each. Ah those were the days. I miss being 13. I want to go back and record more TV, record just about anything that I'd forget or was gone forever in the sands of time. I think I'd also force my mom and dad to buy me a Virtual Boy. I bet if I kept on pestering them about it, they would have caved in and got me one. Armed with my knowledge of today, I would have asked for Jack Bros. I have it now, but it's all in Japanese so I can't read it. And I would have gotten a Jaguar and games for it. And a Lynx. Then I would be the weirdest kid of all time. You know, when I was 13, I lived right down the street. It's true. Then I moved, and then when my grandparents died, we moved into their condo, which is right down the street from the condo I lived in when I was 13. Now tomorrow I will start putting the Christmas lights up. I am bound and determined to have the best display in the whole place, which would be weird because I live right at the end of a long cul-de-sac. I want people to walk by and say "Wow they have a cool display!" And I'll want to go for a walk in the evening when all the other (sane) people start decorating and if I don't have the best display, I'll keep buying more Christmas lights until I do. I think I had the best Halloween display. I bet I'm the only one here who put Halloween lights up. Now it's time for the Christmas ones.

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