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Saint John once wrote that perfect love casts out fear. I beg to differ.
I can still remember the first time I lied to my parents. I was seven years old and was obsessed with Indiana Jones.
“So I see you enjoy burritos…” I would say and then stare at my shoes. “ And I observe that you are also wearing… [squinting] shoes… very cool…”
No one believes it. I didn’t believe it, until I grabbed the bumper, tried to lift, and realized I didn’t even know how to grip the thing. I’m writing about an experience I still don’t fully understand, and the sharing of it is even more incomprehensible.