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That brought up a silly memory for me: I was EXTREMELY "confident" (egotistical?) as a child about my running abilities. I would run circles around any 5th grader when I was only in 1st grade. When I was in 4th grade, a boy named Stoney was THE ONLY boy in all 4th grade classes that could beat me (long distance AND sprints) and I hated him so much...when I found out he regularly ate Tender Vittles, I just knew that was why he was faster. It was the only thing that made sense, in my eyes (ha). He was healthy, a smart guy, just fine, but loved his catfood. Thanks for the funny memory. :P