When I was 8, my parents brought a magician to my birthday party to do some tricks. I guess their rationale was, keep the kids busy so they won’t demolish the apartment.
The magician was alright I guess. I had no frame of reference, of course. He used cheap magic-shop tricks that made us go “ooohhhh” with wonder, and everyone got one as a party favor.
My friends loved it. Me, not so much. It was my party and this magician guy was stealing my thunder.
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