
Submitted by Stu S, who’s stuck in the ball pit:
You begged your parents to stop at McDonald’s during the annual cross-state road trip to Grandma’s house just so you could play in the Play Place, which was better than any Play Place near home. You’d meet that one special person in the ball bit, or at the top of the slide, or somewhere in the maze of tubes. At that moment in time, he or she became your very best friend. You two worked as a team and braved the tube maze or explored the depths of the ball pit. Usually, you’d get this person’s name, and it would be something uncommon, like Blake, Kip, or Ike. When your mom told you it was time to leave, you told your new best friend that you would go play at their house some time. The next day, you completely forgot about Blake (or Kip or Ike).
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