You glare at the calendar, it says June 11th 1972. Your father is busy working away on his typewriter so you figured not to bother him. Your mother wasn't around anymore so what could you do? Putting on your shoes, you head to the door and get your bike. As you ride around you notice the neighborhood is calm, yet alive. Change in your pocket and a drugstore nearby with your favorite snacks, today is going to be a good day.