I remember being a vandal.
I remember laughing at the people who stuck their finger in the coin-return slot after I filled it with ketchup.
I remember being bit on the ass by the Piccionni's German Shepherd, Sheeba.
I remember my dentist's rotten teeth.
I remember the first time I saw two gay guys kissing.
I remember getting spanked with my father's bar tender's paddle for opening up a case of RC Cola bottles to see if we won 10 cents.
I remember meeting Ozzy in '81 and not being able to speak.
I remember Ozzy having trouble as well.
I remember playing Batman & Robin with my best friend, Richie.
I remember wanting to be O.J. Simpson.
I remember my blue Schwinn with the big sissy bars.
I remember those sissy bars saving my skull when I flipped upside down on a jump.
I remember playing "spin the bottle".
I remember raiding my parents liquor cabinet and puking all over Queens Village.
I remember the summers, when Mr. Hemminger listened to the Met games, drank Whiskey Sours and lauded "Tom-Terrific".
I remember Banner-Day at Shea.
I remember the Candy Store.
I remember a dollar getting me a pack of smokes and a game of pin-ball, Space Invaders, or Asteroids. I remember egg-creams..
I remember having to get up to change the channel.
I remember scooping the mud out of the driveway drain with my skinny arms because Dad's were too big.
I remember Pirate's World, Palisade's Amusement Park, and Rockaway Playland.
I remember my brother, Tom allowing me to practice dangerous wrestling moves on him such as the "atomic elbow" or the "flying drop-kick".
I remember my mom bouncing me up and down on her knee in the shallow end of the Jones Beach pool. Oh God, I miss that feeling. Heaven must feel that way.
I remember laughing at the people who stuck their finger in the coin-return slot after I filled it with ketchup.
I remember being bit on the ass by the Piccionni's German Shepherd, Sheeba.
I remember my dentist's rotten teeth.
I remember the first time I saw two gay guys kissing.
I remember getting spanked with my father's bar tender's paddle for opening up a case of RC Cola bottles to see if we won 10 cents.
I remember meeting Ozzy in '81 and not being able to speak.
I remember Ozzy having trouble as well.
I remember playing Batman & Robin with my best friend, Richie.
I remember wanting to be O.J. Simpson.
I remember my blue Schwinn with the big sissy bars.
I remember those sissy bars saving my skull when I flipped upside down on a jump.
I remember playing "spin the bottle".
I remember raiding my parents liquor cabinet and puking all over Queens Village.
I remember the summers, when Mr. Hemminger listened to the Met games, drank Whiskey Sours and lauded "Tom-Terrific".
I remember Banner-Day at Shea.
I remember the Candy Store.
I remember a dollar getting me a pack of smokes and a game of pin-ball, Space Invaders, or Asteroids. I remember egg-creams..
I remember having to get up to change the channel.
I remember scooping the mud out of the driveway drain with my skinny arms because Dad's were too big.
I remember Pirate's World, Palisade's Amusement Park, and Rockaway Playland.
I remember my brother, Tom allowing me to practice dangerous wrestling moves on him such as the "atomic elbow" or the "flying drop-kick".
I remember my mom bouncing me up and down on her knee in the shallow end of the Jones Beach pool. Oh God, I miss that feeling. Heaven must feel that way.
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