Growing up in a land without social media seems very strange in retrospect. Whatever did we all do to pass the time? Were we really outside playing all that time? Did we read books and listen to the radio and sit cross-legged on the bedroom floor devouring the liner notes to our favorite albums? Did we sit at the kitchen table eating Sugar Smacks while intensely reading the back and sides of the box? Did we bring the newspaper in the shitter and play board games and swim in muddy creeks and play whiffle ball on the road? Did we come home from school and dump our books and disappear outside until summoned home for dinner? Did we drink illicit beers in the soft summer rain? Did we mail our film off to distant Kodak lands and eagerly await weeks for the magic that would return?
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Growing up in a land without social media seems very strange in retrospect. Whatever did we all do to pass the time? Were we really outside playing all that time? Did we read books and listen to the radio and sit cross-legged on the bedroom floor devouring the liner notes to our favorite albums? Did we sit at the kitchen table eating Sugar Smacks while intensely reading the back and sides of the box? Did we bring the newspaper in the shitter and play board games and swim in muddy creeks and play whiffle ball on the road? Did we come home from school and dump our books and disappear outside until summoned home for dinner? Did we drink illicit beers in the soft summer rain? Did we mail our film off to distant Kodak lands and eagerly await weeks for the magic that would return?