Speaking of memorable imagery... National Geographic conjures up old memories of the waiting room at my dentist's office when I was a kid. The memories are not so much of the waiting room itself, but of the magazine selection there. National Geographic was always available and it served as a decent alternative to the much-preferred, age appropriate Highlights. Of course if Highlights was already in use, I'd pick up National Geographic instead and anxiously skim through the pages looking for their signature images of bare-breasted women. At eight or nine years old, I thought boobs were hilariously awkward.
In hindsight, the whole situation was ridiculous, but who hasn't done something like that in their younger years? Maybe I was just some kind of giggly weirdo kid?
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