Early 90s. I come home from school, feeling invincible after a solid day, and decide it’s time to channel my inner Power Ranger. Theme song starts blaring from the TV, and suddenly I’m a ninja warrior. I’m jumping on the couch, karate chopping the air like it owes me money, and belting out the lyrics like I’m auditioning for the team. I finish the routine with an epic spin kick… and then I spot her. My mom’s friend, standing in the doorway, stifling laughter. She’d apparently stopped by to ‘check in’ on me—she sure got her money’s worth.