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I posted in GD about one of the worst things from my childhood.
I wanted to come in here and post about one of the best things in my childhood and invite folks to share one of their favorite childhood memories.
Here's mine. When I was real little, my dad worked nights and my mom worked days. We lived in an apartment complex with no laundry. My dad would sleep until late afternoon and then, once a week he'd take me to the laundromat. He would always take me to this little newsstand first where I could get a Mad Libs and a Laffy Taffy. Then we'd hang out in the laundromat and do laundry for the rest of the afternoon. We'd talk, read, do mad libs, eat candy and do laundry. I loved laundry day.
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