Many years ago my father asked me how I could stand to read the same books over and over. I asked him if he and his WWII buddies ever told the same stories over again when they talked on the phone. Last time he ever brought it up.
When I was in College, I would hear people say ‘six on one hand and half a dozen on the other’ to which one of my friends would reply ‘I don’t know about your family, but in mine it’s five on one hand, half of ten on the other’
I spent many hours of my childhood being the remote. Standing at the TV changing channels so my dad could channel surf.