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Both memories ~3 yrs old.
I remember having bologna sandwiches for dinner. I didn't like bologna (at the time) and remember pitching the bologna under the kitchen table. No we didn't have a dog.
It was summer and I had been tooling around on my tricycle all night, but the broken horn (the plastic kind with the bulb) was poking into my leg. When I complained to my dad, he pulled a screwdriver out of his pocket and took the horn off. -- One of the few happy memories of growing up with my dad.
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