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"There I was, eight years old, standing by myself in the middle of the playground, totally still with the windy air, the diamond-patterned fence, the melting cracker taste in my mouth. Tracking. How the other kids running around thought I was still frozen from some long-past game of tag, and on the way back to class, had swatted my shoulder to unfreeze me."