When I was a kid attending Richmond Elementary School in Fullerton California, Mr. T came to our school and myself and other children were taken outside.
I recall my thoughts:
I don't know who this is, but he wears a lot of jewelery and has a funny name. I want to play on the monkey bars. He's saying something about drugs. I bet I could do one of those twirly flips on that one bar. Who is this guy? Why do people care?
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