It's 1981, you're 12 years old
and you've got no wheels.
You're sick of your parents,
your teachers and every other 
authority figure in your life. 
Where can you go, on foot or
by bike, to buy an Icee and slurp it 
down while playing Ms. Pacman 
and Donkey Kong? 
Where can you go to read
comic books and magazines
while chowing down on some
Big League Chew, and still have 
enough allowance money left
for a bag of candy and a soda
before you head back home?

 You go to kid heaven.