All the kids in your kindergarten class were crowded around you at recess, listening to you tell a story about your father, Ace Frehley.

You were really excited to see him that day, since you were going on a road trip with him to see his band, KISS, which was currently living in The Bronx in New York. You lived in farther away, in a temporary apartment in Pittsburgh, PA.

"And then, there was this one time that he literally got electrocuted! And he lived from it!" you say excitedly, recieving gawks from other kids and some kids whispering about it.

"Aw, that ain't true!" one kid says, not believing a single word you said. "I got electrocuted once!"

Gasps came from kids who looked at the boy who said it, then looked at you to perhaps confirm that your father lived.

"It's true!" you say, your voice in a little squeal. However, the kids weren't looking at YOU, they were looking BEHIND you. So you turn to see who it was.

Right there was your father, Ace Frehley, wearing a little smile on his face, holding your bookbag and your jacket.

"What's all the ruckus about me getting getting electrocuted, huh?"