My favorite part of chasing my brothers around the yard was always the instant where they would think I wasn’t following anymore, that I had backed off, so they would back off, only to turn around and realize that I was still back there, closer than ever, and would laugh, wide-eyed, and sprint ahead in terror. It was great fun. And when I caught them we would roll around on the grass, wrestling. I could pin Paul until a couple of years ago… Then he got 6’1 and 220 lbs. Big. Can’t do that anymore…
:o)