As a kid I loved activity books and puzzles. But there was one particular brain game that I struggled with. The dreaded maze. “Help the mouse get to the cheese.” “Pirate Jack has lost his treasure. Can you help him get to it?” Oh, the pressure!!
And I would always, always do the mazes in pencil for fear that I would head down the wrong path and my mistake would be forever immortalized in unforgiving red crayon. Yes, I was a very dramatic child. Why do you ask?