I'll speak spiritually... When I was very young I was playing on the playgorund that my brothers and sisters used to go to for summer camp. I was on a playground with my brother Daniel, and they just built an addition to this very large playground. I wanted to play on it. Now, I can't really discern or reason why, but a woman came up to me and started pulling me arm. She kept pulling and pulling. I resisted her. I made my way across the playground, past all of the kids, when she found me again. I resisted and resisted. I resisted so much that the lady just got fed up and left. And so I found my brother, and we played together. Then, time was come for him to return to some group that he was in. Then it started to hail. We put our arms up to shield ourselves from the bullet-sized hail pebbles tossed from the heaven. I had nowhere to go. I somehow found my way back to a certain building, after finding the whole playground empty of all of its kids. I walked up to this big dark olive doors, and pushed them open. There was this furious black woman. And she said, "Where have you been?" And every eye in the room was on me. I resisted the pulls and tugs of a woman who was an administrator, maybe, and she made me explain why I didn't come in. Everyone was sitting down, eating, and watching my favorite movie on a television. There were so many people. Why did I resist the lady?