I was a sort of latchkey kid − December, 1992
I was a sort of latchkey kid. I walked about a mile home from school every day, and made myself a snack before going off to play with friends, watch TV ... the normal stuff. Then one day, on a regular old afternoon, I set the kitchen on fire.
How was I supposed to know microwaving a Hershey's bar to make nuked s'mores would create such a mess?
How was I supposed to know microwaving a Hershey's bar to make nuked s'mores would create such a mess?
