In kindergarten I had two little boyfriends (I use that term loosely) that I would sometimes play with on the playground.
(On other days we had a group that played Strawberry Shortcake World. Not to toot my own horn…but yeah…I was Strawberry Shortcake. I never understood the girl who agreed to play Lemon Meringue.)
Anywho, one of our favorite games was chase. I would chase A and B would chase me.
Then we would get to the other side of the playground and turn around and I would chase B and A would chase me.
It never once occurred to me to actually catch A once we hit the border of the playground. In all fairness, it also never occurred to B to catch me. Nope. Everyone just turned around and ran in the other direction.
This was a rather telling harbinger of what was to come in pretty much the entirety of my twenties.
Remind me of this when I get irritated with Mr. LLW for leaving the figurative cap off the toothpaste.