1987, Age 5
This was a ritualistic early morning game for my brother and I, wherein we'd scoot our socked feet around the shag carpet in the basement and touch the metal airvents, creating sparks. We had a very elaborate system of scoring sparks based on size and color, but this was secondary to the fascination of having power over science (besides, I half-wonder if different color sparks were a figment of our imaginations entirely...I haven't tried in awhile)
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