Do you remember that kid in fifth grade who you started hanging out with because he said that he was really good at skits and you love skits and laughing so you went over to his house to see him do some of his skits and he had a trampoline and really good snacks all the time, but all he ever did was ride his bike in front of you really fast and slam on the brakes and slide in the dirt and sort of whip the back end around and look at you with a cool expression because he thought that “skids” was pronounced like “skits” so he was actually bragging about how good he was at skids? That was me.