There used to be a guy who lived in my neighborhood before I moved. He would come over every morning and I would kick his ass at Mario Kart 64.
I don't remember who he was or what he looked like anymore.
If you mean vacation I have no idea. Probably Ohio or Michigan to see relatives.
If you mean first holiday I was ever alive for that would be Independence Day.
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