When I was very young, my sister and I loved to play outside in our tiny, postage-stamp yard in California. One scenario I recall being enacted repeatedly was one I’ll call the “damsel in distress.” One of us would dig a hole in the garden (likely me as Kellie has always been dirt-averse), fill it with water from the green garden hose, then stand in it, pretending it was quick sand and we were slowly being sucked in. Cue the screaming and the dramatic save by the sister, who would pull the shrieking damsel to safety.I’m sure all …

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