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I can’t play along, and it makes me a little sad. I don’t have any childhood pictures of myself. There aren’t tons in existence. Maybe it’s because my relentless tinkerer tendencies meant there were rarely working cameras in my household when I was growing up.

Or working telephones. “Regular” or “cordless.” Or Atari 2600 consoles, electric car window openers, sony walkmans, walkie-talkies, wind-up cars, refrigerator light switches, doorbells.

I can neither confirm nor deny that I dismantled every piece of electronic or mechanical gagetry to have entered my childhood life. And at least through pictures, neither can you.