One day in kindergarten, I decided to tackle the monkey bars. I had enviously watched the previous day while Courtney Macintire hung upside-down, and swung gracefully back and forth. Determined to master this feat, I sized up the bars, and looked down at the fluffy pink dress my mother had stuffed my unwilling self into that morning. If I hung upside-down from the monkey bars, my dress would fall down, exposing my ruffled white underpants to the playground. My brilliant 5-year-old solution to this was to promptly tuck my dress into my underpants, thereby preventing my dress from falling down. I marched determinedly towards the monkey bars. In the 25 years since this date, I've found that many of my life's decisions have echoed this scheme in both intelligence and outcome.