Once upon a time, for a long time, i had a white phone. It was a legend.

It could do magic. It would work after falling from the second floor. It would never be discovered in my pocket for around three years of going to school, where people would get their cellphones confiscated after doing whatnot to hide them. It also had the most trippy polyphonic ringtones. It had a green backlight. It didn't have a SIM card. It had the most violent vibrating alert in the world.

But all of these are normal things. But what made my phone special, was that it was a little bit of a retard, one of those endearing ones.