When I got my haircut in Dublin, Ireland, they played nothing but Elvis Presley.
When I was a kid, I ate peanut-butter, dill pickle, and potato-chip sandwiches. Now at a minimum, I have one peanut-butter sandwich a week. Often with cornchips or potato-chips in it.
I never got paid for posing nude once. Even though I was supposed to.
As a kid my great-aunt would often give me a hammer and a mechanical alarm clock. I would beat the hell out of it until I couldn’t get loose any more gears or springs. Hours of good fun.
As a young, angst-filled kid, sometimes I didn’t like eating with my parents. So, if we were at a restaurant and I finished, I’d always ask to go to the car and listen to the radio. It was there that I got very skilled at turning on every button (sunroof included) with my toes. I would also imagine our ’84 Monte Carlo could launch satellite-destroying missiles.