As a kid, I loved shows/books that taught skepticism. Felt like good, practical advice. It’s not that I wouldn’t trust anybody – not like paranoia – but having had a fair-weather friend in elementary school – nice in private, mean in public – I learned caution. Kids that chased me from the school like a Frankenstein’s Monster moment, “It’s Kenny! GET HIM!” – kids whose names I don’t remember because I was ALSO the fastest runner in 3-5th grade for sprinting so I left them in the dust – mostly disembodied voices and clomping of groups of feet behind me like chaotic horses about to stampede – also taught me caution. But it wasn’t just fellow kids. Adults who clearly had ulterior motives

As a kid, I loved shows/books that taught skepticism. Felt like good, practical advice. It’s not that I wouldn’t trust anybody – not like paranoia – but having had a fair-weather friend in elementary school – nice in private, mean in public – I learned caution.
 
Kids that chased me from the school like a Frankenstein’s Monster moment, “It’s Kenny! GET HIM!” – kids whose names I don’t remember because I was ALSO the fastest runner in 3-5th grade for sprinting so I left them in the dust – mostly disembodied voices and clomping of groups of feet behind me like chaotic horses about to stampede – also taught me caution.
 
But it wasn’t just fellow kids. Adults who clearly had ulterior motives
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