When I was about 5 years old, I remember standing in my room one morning as my father was rushing around the house getting ready for work. He walked in to my room, with his undershirt still to be put on and said something to me, which I don’t remember. As he turned around, he flung his t-shirt over his head and walked out the bedroom door and on down the hallway.
“Wow,” I remember thinking. “My father is sooo cool. He just put his shirt on while he was walking! And to top it off… he did it at the same time he was walking through a doorway! That must take some skill. I want to be like that! He’ll really proud of me too!”
So, the next morning, I set out to do just like my father had done before me. I carefully thought the whole thing through, plotted my course, and selected the shirt I would attempt to put on while walking through the doorway of my bedroom.
“Okay, here goes!” I took my first couple of steps toward the doorway.