One step at a time.
Pronell
I saw that in the theater, at age seven.
My parents also took us to see Airplane! when it was released. No complaints. My parents were nuts, but we knew this.
The original The Wicker Man is almost perfect in this regard.
Telling a friend's girlfriend that he was doing much more serious drugs than she was comfortable with.
This did kill their already strained relationship (They were broken up after he had drained their joint bank account with pay-per-minute online porn) but somehow my friendship with both survived for a few years after.
They never got back together and his life went to shit, including some jail time for embezzlement.
She, as far as I know, bedded the next guy to hit on her and had a kid. I hope it worked out as she deserved better.
My other friends had always hated her, and loved that I had driven a wedge between them... until they found out that I essentially outed them for giving/selling him the drugs.
Following that, all my friends knew where I stood, and those who distanced themselves from me... I knew why. One of them, more than a decade later, is in prison for murder after selling fentanyl-laced drugs and causing a fatal overdose.
Several I am still close with. They know me, respect me, and understand that I will do the right thing, even if I am not the wronged party.
With Alzheimers and Lewy Body dementia, I am glad he can rest now.
What a terrible combination of diseases to suffer from simultaneously.
Absolutely, and I still do it at 52 years of age. Powers of two, three, five. I also convert letters to numbers, add them, and subtract 26 to figure out which letter is the total of the word, phrase, or license plate.
If I play boggle a lot, I will start to dream word patterns.
When I was a teenager, my Dad would point out a license plate and have me total them and convert to hexadecimal.
In my case both, but I am an atheist who believes that this world and this life is all that we have and can prove exists.
I am agnostic enough to admit that could be wrong, and underlying this is that existing forever, even in paradise, sounds terrifying to me.
All that and you didn't make a When Pigs Fly joke?
And in Cheech and Chong's 'Up In Smoke', which always amused me.
Kitty!
I know that's not really scat, but I have fun with it.
There's also a song called 'Taxi to Bombay' that became, and please don't, 'Text Me Your Butthole.'



Camping for me as a kid was up in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Paddle a few hours and you are away from most signs of civilization. No planes overhead, no cell towers, no electric motors.
I would love to do that now again at my age, but that kind of camping takes skills I never developed.
Keep at it and hopefully you'll have a lifetime of adventure with your kids!