When I was a kid, I spent hours on end with my Lite Brite, and now would like to pass its lessons on to all the children I babysit. It was almost as if the Lite Brite was my babysitter, colorful and wise, responsible for so much of who I grew up to be. I mean, who knew that forcing a hard peg through a thin barrier until it tears, then repeatedly inserting it into a tight hole until it lights up with joy could teach you so much about life? I never did raise the price of my Lemonade... still 10 cents since 1982.
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