[Glendora Christianson]

I remember being lured in by a Pong game when I was a little girl. After playing pong (solo) for many hours, I managed to get the paddles in just the right position to cause the "ball" to bounce back and forth repeatedly without further interaction. I remember being in some sort of time warp, where things happened that I no longer can recall. Fortunately, the four "D" sized batteries wore out and I regained consciousness. After my Mother Remington found out, she threw the Pong game into the fire and spit some whiskey on it to make sure it would burn completely. This was the day that I turned completely to the KJV 1611 Bible as my only form of entertainment.