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In this regular column, TRF editor Otis Barry details humiliations he experiences on a day-to-day basis as well as wise understandings he has obtained. Think of each of these as a message in (a) a stale fortune cookie, (b) a spammed email that you'd delete immediately and/or (c) a bottle that washes up when you're stranded on a punctured raft in the middle of the Indian Ocean.

6.28.2009

For some, childhood was magical, a time to remember, an inextinguishable oil fire of memories. Others (or at least one guy we know of) spent childhood in an iron lung aboard a spaceship captained by an alien super-race. Finally, some spent their childhoods as placekickers on professional football teams. But, no matter the category into which your youth fits, it is quite likely that you did, indeed, have a childhood. And that is why we're doing this issue. So that you realize that other people had childhoods, too. And that just because you have a story or two from those days, and maybe a friend here or there, you are not so special. We are not special, either, and so we continue to consider you our good friend. And, as ever, we remain your humble servants, etc.