As mischievous 10-year-old boys on weekend nights, our only connections to the outside world were TV, radio or the telephone.
Word spread through our schoolyard one day about dialing 231, which, following a recording that the extension wasn’t viable yet, dumped us into a audio chat room full of teenage voices where we’d anonymously talk with – OMG – girls!
Employing our deepest voices, we’d inquire about worldly mysteries such as their interest in schools, dating and beer – until the girls suggested we meet them somewhere afterwards. Exposed, we’d giggle, flee, develop more questions and call the chat room again.