After Dinner Childhood Parlor Game

let me take thee dear reader rabbit alas and alack on an imaginary carpet ride whisk king ye dis family back rheumy eyes started to water from nostalgic clack until reverse time warp registered late 19600's, without one kink smooth all the way akin to a flawless artful lettered link no harm to any animals, though a near head on collision with a mink crossing the bridge o'er Tarabithia one gruff troll nearly upended our smooth sailing thru ether with a roll over maneuver that near went awry, but for the amazing grace of dog a poll lease trained pooch, who cuz born on Christmas christened Noel accompanied with lady and the tramp no major plans did we need to revamp and upon arrival at destination received good house keeping stamp of approval to begin playing an all time favorite pass time (with rules adapted as needed) to hit a high score, when at some impromptu moment lit an unseen spark, then after determining who would go first, (while whirling in a small orbit) now both of us far to involved to quit we applied “rock”, “paper”, and “scissors” and commenced our aim which entailed (either me or shari) to choose other than our own class picture to claim for the other sibling to identify the correct name though thru countless repetitions, the novelty did not get bland a minor bit of concentration each of us did politely demand of student (or teacher), whatever kid our index finder did land number of iterations continued, how many...oh brother, sans gesticulating rigmarole without asking mother father, nor eldest sister, 'til eventually every girl and boy (from respective grade including the other) accurately identified, than back to the future we went after what seemed like an eternity spent revisiting nostalgic day of yesteryear, when upon arrival to the heron now birds-eye view our bodies morphed aging at warp speed thomas sister this yawping crotchety old fogey gent.