Memory lane

I took a day trip to my child­hood home today. I knocked, and when the res­i­dents answered, I explained how I grew up there — and asked if I might come inside to relive some nos­tal­gia. They angri­ly refused, slammed the door in my face, and threat­ened to call the police if I didn’t leave. My par­ents are the worst.

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