I have that same obsession with Natalia Romanov, the Black Widow.
When I was a kid growing up in PA, I remember those days when grandma showed up and gave me a dollar. A trip to the corner store yielded a bag of penny and nickel candy, a new comic book and a 1 pint carton of iced tea. My brothers would make a similar purchases and the rest of the afternoon we sit in the tree house we’d made down in the woods for an afternoon of snacking and reading the comic books.
Ahhhh Webbie, the memories. When I was a kid in Chicago we did much the same except we cleaned out grandpa’s wallet when he was napping, swiped his Pall Malls, filched a quart or two of his Blatz beer from the fridge, all got together in our hideout inside a billboard sign on Harlem Ave. and took turns stinky fingering Bubbles while enjoying the smokes, beer, a game of penny poker and whatever magazine porno we could get our hands on. “hey Frankie, I’m done, wanna smell my finger.”
Our first born we freaked over germs, boiled junk and sterilized darn near everything the kid touched. The second born could have played in anything — except maybe a pool of stagnant water that was incubating legionnaires disease.
My youngest gest sick less thanks to a better immune system. Let kids play in dirt often