War is Hell

When I was little, my sister and I would play CHiPs. She was Ponch and I was Jon. We would make the hallway in our house the 405 and our mode of transportation were pillows. When we put the pillows between our legs, those soft things became bad ass motorcycles. It was pretty sweet. Not to mention, the wrecks we endured. Speeding down the stairs was always a disaster waiting to happen. Believe me, it was fun. Make believe was fun. You know what else was fun?


Toy gun fights as a kid.


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