Almost twenty years ago
The streets were not like this
We would go to buy games
My place was Micro Showy
Lists hung on the glass
Maybe some pictures too
I didn't know much
Would listen to what the elders said
I didn't have a cell phone
Streets were rather empty
My mom would not worry about me
I would be out all alone
The year was 1988
My world was sixteen colors
My dad used to love
To lose on One-on-One
