As a kid growing up I remember one Christmas all I wanted was a set of Rock ‘em Sock ‘em Robots. I would be glued to the television watching the commercials where two neighborhood children would settle their differences the way everything always gets settled but allowing two robots to try and knock each other’s block off.

I sat on Santa’s lap and promised that I had been good and that whatever Linda Hansen had told him was a blatant lie and that cat didn’t have any fur well before I got there. I wrote letters and I even pretended I enjoyed it when Aunt Jane gave me a hug and a kiss. I wasn’t taking any chances; I really wanted those fighting robots.

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