When I was a child I would often count how many steps it took to get across a room (or to a certain point in a room), or outside or in a parking lot and would often try to make it across or to those certain points in a certain amount of steps.
I even thought maybe if I accomplished this, I would somehow have good luck or something. And if I did not, maybe something bad would happen.
This continued as I aged. As a kid, I would often try to step over cracks so I did not break my mother’s back, of course, and this also continued as I aged, even once I knew it would not really break her back.
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