I've been thinking about stupid childhood things all day now, and I was recollecting one afternoon when I was home alone after school, probably fourth grade. I was standing in the kitchen looking at the phone, and I realized that I could use it to call people who didn't speak English. This was very intriguing to me, so I got out the phone book and I called Japan. Someone answered and I froze. It was so exciting to hear something I didn't understand, and so terrifying. I hung up without saying anything. About a month later, the phone bill came. I blamed it on my brother (sorry Mike). And my parents believed me.