Is it cool to start breaking down film yet or should I come back later?
I remember one time when I was 4 or 5, my parents had to go away for a trip and entrusted the life of my brother and me with a family friend for the weekend. We’ll call her Sheila for the purpose of this article.
My mom, wanting to make sure we were taken care of and had a little fun, gave Sheila money for pizza.
When Sheila asked what kind of pizza we wanted, we (at least in our tiny heads) asked for what we always get: pepperoni and mushroom.