So, once there was a boy. He didn’t realize the significance of this so he chased butterflies, crawly things, and whatever he could squash when he felt angry. When he was twelve he didn’t realize he was almost thirteen so he didn’t find much reason to kiss his friend that he played gymnastics with in the backyard. When he was 17 he was certainly tired of people being so hot and bothered about where he would go to college. When he was 25 he realized he wasn’t young anymore so he looked backward instead of forward. This didn’t help much at work because it meant he walked into a lot of cubicle walls and ticked off the budding hags who just wanted play things.