A million dollar memory

I was just remembering today how me and my brother used to play the Six Million Dollar Man when we were younger. I would be Steve Austin, and my brother would be Bigfoot. We’d run around and fight in slow motion, making the fi-chit-chit-chit-chit noise until our jaws were exhausted and we’d run out of spit–until my brother would pick up a pillow and throw it like it was a rock, just like Bigfoot did in the TV show–which would ruin the suspension of disbelief, because the ‘rock’ refused to sail through the air in slow motion, usually creaming me right in the face because I was still moving my bionic right arm in slow motion to block it…

Wow, did I have the hots for Lee Majors when I was seven years old. The closest I ever got to him was my Six Million Dollar Man doll…but that’s a different story.