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Present Steve meets Past Steve

I crashed another neighborhood's block party this weekend (the smell of free sugar hung over Hamline like a dense, moist fog of cotton candy) where I ran into the childhood version of me. He was circling around the adults without interacting with anyone... he was the only child wearing a helmet even though the other kids were playing rougher sports than "independent, low-speed, recreational scootering".... his bottom lip was covered in chocolate... every second or third pass around the block, he would buzz by the refreshments table and steal a cupcake. His interaction with women was limited to one little girl who happened to have a cupcake. The interaction terminated when the cupcake was gone and he realized he would have to go elsewhere for his sugar fix. I have never seen someone eat so much frosting so quickly. To put it frankly, I was proud of the little tyke.