I’d go back to the time when our young childhood best friend, my sister and I built blanket forts. We would then begin a game of pretend. Our favorite game of pretend was when we imagined a bad guy named Malcolm was trying to kidnap us. We always just barely escaped from his evil clutches.
My best friend’s mom came up with the name “Malcolm” because “neither of us knew any Malcolms,” and so it was deemed an appropriate name for our bad guy.
Things We Forget 
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