Being Mr. Kenny

I was thinking the other day about the childhood game of ‘it’. This is the game where you run around chasing each other. One person is ‘it’ — i.e. they have to chase people and touch them, whereupon the person they touch becomes ‘it’ and must pass find some other unwilling victim to whom to pass the baton.

What a game! Imagine that being entertaining, how funny!

I got to thinking that there are people today, grown adults, who are walking around being ‘it’ and they don’t even know. They probably don’t even remember that last game they played, where they became ‘it’ and were unable to pass it on before the whistle went or the bell rang, to signal the end of play. How many people have moved away from home, or left the country, and took their ‘it’ status with them.

Think about it: you could have been ‘it’ for the last ten years, and you would never even know. And who has passed it on without knowing it? Shaking hands at a school reunion, say.

Now that is some classy mystery thinking right there. This is like trying to think of infinity. Check it out, guys, our childhood lives on, completely of its own accord. Awesome.