Lexington Es-335 Review

anti-fascism in elementary school I remember the 80s I remember the phone

I remember the 80 's from the perspectives of the child, but I remember them. On Sunday evening, the drive that followed in the smurfs, while eating noodles ... The urban legend of the figures that contained drugs and shapes edged in purple. The John Travolta. Saturday Night Fever, Grease ... no, yes. The feeling that something bad would happen suddenly, at any time ... Not a war ... Not really ... Similar. My sister and I singing Spain that shoe on ... I love my chico When I realized it was not a feeling. For a while no outdoor play nor milk ... The gray sky, I thought that was the toxic cloud. Tattoos stickers with hearts, roses and thorns. Hair frizeè The advertising Rotowash ... Turn, turn, turn, choose ... And the interior ... with Mercatone majorette ... E-man, The Black Tulip, Wonderwoman ... And the man with the blue jacket of glittering ... A snowfall over-no school-no walk in the snow not to squander ... And then make the slush ... The Chronicles of games. Vialli to the insults and the initials The striker seemed to say that I give-a-do '... the player ... So that my father was AC Milan. I remember a little too much. Who knows when logorrhoea doubling ... Ah, yes nothing Double or nothing, but Lunch is served ... What we did not care to Clerici .... (I remember Baju )

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Bakelite

I remember the details of Bakelite, Black, Teal rarely, sometimes hanging on the wall. He had the phone heavy, so heavy that a child had to use two hands to hold, an ear level and the other headset. The dial slipped effortlessly, but also the holes on the bottom of which stood the white numbers were so large that it took to dial the number at least two fingers. The receiver cord was wrapped coil and could become lunghiiiiiiissssimo! We could play it seemed like a skipping rope. He driiiiin .... driiiiin that you understood that he was playing the phone and heard throughout the house. And then the phone lines were in pairs. It is called duplex. Typically, the couple had with your neighbor and if their son or daughter's engagement was the end. Then I had to go knocking on the doors of neighbors to ask if, please, could free up because you had to do an urgent call. It 'obvious that we were going to knock you, why would they say a rudeness to a little girl! I phone that black, shiny, heavy and does Riiiiiiing I still have and still use it! I remember Spalluzza