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When I was about 9 years old I was out playing truth or dare in the woods while camping, someone scooped up a newt from the ground and dared me to either kiss the boy sitting next to me, or kiss the newt.

Without hesitation I scooped up the newt in my hands and gave it an affectionate smooch before placing it back in the pond and I really think that interaction was a pretty good portent for the direction that my life would wind up taking.