I'm one of a million kids... My parents used to sit on each end of the row. When I was little my brother raised his hand but didn't want to answer.
So I grabbed the microphone out of his hand and screaming in it. (I was like 2 or 3 - my parents told me this)... And that wasn't all... Nobody could get the microphone out of my hands quick enough cause 1st they had to get to me over all the crap in our row and over the kids, then I had a death grip on the microphone so the couldn't get it out of my hands...
lol, I heard about that for years...
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