...writes

Elementary school, late sixties. I’d clasp the top button of my cardigan around my throat and remove my arms from its sleeves. The sweater flapped behind me like a crimefighter's cape as I chased the boys around the playground. The theory behind this was that if I caught one of the boys scattering before me, I would kiss him. I ran, and as I did I cawed and shouted, “Kisser Bat! Kisser Bat!”

My scientific knowledge of bats has improved somewhat, but I'm still fascinated by the stories people create about themselves, and the energy they expend chasing that ideal. 

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