I was playing tag with my kid yesterday. He’s 3, almost 4. He’s very fast for his age, but not as fast as me. He asked to play tag because he just learned it in school. I could dodge to the side as he was getting close and change direction. I could fake him out. I could sprint to the other side of our 1 acre meadow to creat space. But he just kept coming. Smiling and laughing the whole time. I’m starting to get winded. Hands on my knees for a second after a sprint, but only for a second as he’s closed the gap already. His undeterred motivation and pace was scary. He was going to get me eventually, and he seemed to know it.
I now know how the victims of Chucky must have felt.
I was playing tag with my kid yesterday. He’s 3, almost 4. He’s very fast for his age, but not as fast as me. He asked to play tag because he just learned it in school. I could dodge to the side as he was getting close and change direction. I could fake him out. I could sprint to the other side of our 1 acre meadow to creat space. But he just kept coming. Smiling and laughing the whole time. I’m starting to get winded. Hands on my knees for a second after a sprint, but only for a second as he’s closed the gap already. His undeterred motivation and pace was scary. He was going to get me eventually, and he seemed to know it.
I now know how the victims of Chucky must have felt.