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When I was a kid, for several summers in a row my family planted a vegetable garden in the side yard.

Carrots, zucchini (they always took over!), tomatoes, peppers. It was always kind of magical to see the sprouts popping up through the tilled soil, and even more magical when we got to harvest our bounty.

My girlfriends and I loved to pretend we were bunnies. We’d pull one or two baby carrots out, and gnaw on them with our bunny teeth.

One year, our hyperactive dog got into the side yard and went wild. He tore up the tomato plants, and for years afterwards we pulled tomato plants like weeds.

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I had a transistor radio when I was a kid. It had a plastic strap, so I could dangle it from my wrist, and two round dials, with serrated edges: one for volume, and one for tuning.

It opened up a whole world to me, that radio.

Eventually, I upgraded to the latest technology: a clock radio, with a digital readout. Man, was that the coolest!

My friend down the block, though, she had the best clock radio ever. It had big, bold numbers, composed of dozens of tiny dots, that faded into the next number when the time changed.

I asked for a clock radio like that for my birthday, or maybe it was for Christmas, but just got one with regular variety numbers.

Somehow I still managed to survive my adolescence.