Eight is GR*8. I remember my older brother challenging me to all sorts of dares. One time, while on a family camping trip to Yosemite, he simply stated I couldn’t eat a hotdog in 2 bites. Putting all rational thought aside because my competitive nature wouldn’t put up with that inglorious talk, I found myself choking on a hotdog just seconds after a failed attempt… On a less life-threatening note, I also remember Snack-Packs, playing tether-ball, and having hamster after hamster after hamster… good times.
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Eight is GR*8. I remember my older brother challenging me to all sorts of dares. One time, while on a family camping trip to Yosemite, he simply stated I couldn’t eat a hotdog in 2 bites. Putting all rational thought aside because my competitive nature wouldn’t put up with that inglorious talk, I found myself choking on a hotdog just seconds after a failed attempt… On a less life-threatening note, I also remember Snack-Packs, playing tether-ball, and having hamster after hamster after hamster… good times.