I was a child and daddy-longlegs were crawling on my arm. It was sunny and I remembered the warmth; I was laughing and could recall the feel of their delicate 8 legs on my freckled arm, triggering my blond hair to register “tickle-tickle-tickle” in the sensory area of my brain. I remembered in that moment how common it was to come across them and how it wasn’t in a classroom I met these critters. I was outside playing and everything about that day was perfectly natural.