Where We’re Going, We Don’t Need Roads (Or Lots of CGI): Christy Reminisces about BACK TO THE FUTURE

I’m going to go ahead and go on record that the summer of 1985 was VERY good to me. I was eight years old, wrists full of jelly bracelets and sticker collection full of Garbage Pail Kids. I had a bike, the ice cream truck stopped on my street and it took less than 5 minutes to get to both Pizza Hut and a movie theater. Clearly, I was living the dream.

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Where We’re Going, We Don’t Need Roads (Or Lots of CGI): Christy Reminisces about BACK TO THE FUTURE