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Recalling my formative years, I have fond memories of three noteworthy experiences shared with my parental figures, namely: meandering through scenic countryside, partaking in delightful picnics at Cape Croker, and venturing out to observe the luminous spectacle that is Christmas.
During my early childhood, when I was but a mere juvenile under the age of 10, my parents would take me on a captivating journey through our quaint hamlet to marvel at the diverse array of Christmas lights that illuminated the residential abodes. In those days, I was bundled up in snug attire and towed around on my toboggan, while my parents would traverse the neighbourhood in our family vehicle as I grew older. Given the escalating electricity costs in the 80s, such displays became a rarity. However, we could always count on the affluent neighbourhood of Tower Park to showcase the most impressive exhibitions. My parents would embellish a tree and shrub in our front yard with festive decorations each year. Prior to the advent of LED lighting, we adorned our trees with sizeable 2-inch Noma bulbs painted in vivid hues of red, blue, green, and yellow. Inside our abode, we would erect an artificial Christmas tree in the main living room, and my mother would drape synthetic garland along the staircase railing leading to the upper floor. A cherished decoration that I eagerly anticipated, aside from our traditional stockings, was a luminous ceramic Christmas tree that featured small plastic bulbs which could be inserted into the branches. One of my personal customs during the holiday season entailed lying down underneath the ornamented tree and gazing up at the shimmering lights twinkling through the branches. I maintained this tradition until my teenage years, when my growth impeded my ability to fit beneath the tree. In my early adolescence, my sister managed to persuade our parents to adopt the practice of opening a present on Christmas Eve. Additionally, our stockings would be brimming with gifts that we would promptly unwrap on Christmas morning prior to indulging in breakfast. Of all the gifts I had received during my formative years, the one that stood out as the coolest was the 3D video game Zaxxon. My sister argued that such a game would improve my hand-eye coordination and overall dexterity, prompting my parents to spend a substantial sum of money exceeding $50 for it.
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