I did not grow up with the luxury to trust that anyone else would be there for me or have my back, so I could not afford to get into trouble. Once, at 8 or 10, home alone and bored and hungry, I looked in the freezer and for no reason I stuck out my tongue and touched it to the icy wall and it stuck. Absolute terror rose in me. Panicking, I grabbed my tongue in both hands and superhumanly pulled till it ripped free, leaving a tiny piece behind. It hurt but the sweet relief overwhelmed everything else.