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An exhilarating joyride through your childhood — thanks!

I grew up in a teetotal household, where collecting cones wouldn’t have been contemplated by either of my parents, or tolerated if we’d shown the initiative. Not that it was so terrible, but if I wanted a joyride I had to head down to the library.

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