I had a 1991 Toyota Celica. That little 4 seater beauty of a car regularly ferried 6 or 7 of us around town.
I loved that car. I sold it for $2500 in the early 2000s and the guy who bought it treated it like crap. Broke my heart to see it get all rusted out.
- Remember not knowing who was calling until you picked up the phone and said, "Hello"?
- blowing into the cartridge and console of your NES to get the game to work.
**My brother and I treated our NES like gold because it was the only game system we ever got. My mom didn't like video games and refused to buy them for us. We got this from our grandparents one year for Christmas. It was in perfect condition. Then my sister went to school in NYC, took the NES without telling anyone. She didn't know you had to blow into the cartridge and console to make the game work, so she threw out the system, and every game and controller. I still haven't forgiven her for that.
- Playing street hockey until it was so dark that you could hardly see the ball.
- delicately holding your street hockey stick over the stove to soften up the plastic so you could curve the blade...often resulting in the most ridiculous curves known to mankind.