Adult cooperation in realizing a fantasy wasn't even in the realm of possibility.Goddamn, but that just made me cry. Is making me cry. That's a pretty good encapsulation of why my childhood was different from--no, better than--that of many other kids', and it applies to my daughter's childhood, too. I didn't really get, until now, the beauty of the father's encouragement of the arcade, because my dad, my mom, and my own child's parents would have done more-or-less the same. I guess I never really thought about how damned lucky we all are.
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posted by gnutron at 8:41 PM on April 9, 2012 [1 favorite]