19 July 2005
When we were children we ran in groups. Kid gangs, we called ourselves. One day my gang met a pack of dogs, producing an overabundance of adrenaline in all our blood streams. We had heard it was dangerous to look dogs in the eye, but that advice meant nothing then. Our trembling fear allowed us no option but to stare, and we held eye contact for several seconds. The air was still and electric until the growling started. We barked and howled and bared our teeth and the dogs turned and ran. We were triumphant. We disbanded the next day.