our first 13 years

Kodak, yellow and black, a plastic

VHS cassette labeled “Back

to the Future, PG”

scrawled out in Mom’s handwriting.

“Temple of Doom, GhostBusters, 1984.”

TV tape-recorded, the first five seconds

of every commercial—ripples—then suddenly

Lois Lane in the arms of Superman. “Well?

Which one?” I dare you to speak

mouth full of pop rocks and Mr. Pibb.