probably only if you're my sister does a refrigerator box bring back fabulous memories of childhood.
we used to roll down our huge long backyard inside of one of these, along with some of the neighborhood kids. all summer long. roll after roll. day after day. summer after summer. and, when i saw this box on the street to other day, i all i wanted to do was climb inside and find an eternally long hill to roll down. maybe roll right oughta korea. right back into the backyard of my parents house.
i suspect it would still be as fun.
sometimes i just wish i were a kid again.
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