Once when I was…

Once when I was six, a wild cat came up and licked me, so I tried to lick it back. I thought that if someone kissed you, you should kiss them back in the same way. My Dad, who’s a clean freak, saw and yelled at me. He claims it’s one of the most disgusting things I ever purposefully did as a little kid.

What about you? And why do you think we do things that don’t make any cultural sense as little kids? Is there something little kids do that’s important that we lose when we’re older?


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