'Imagine being in class and a couple kids are laughing when the teacher says, 'OK, do problem 6 and 7.' And they go, '67.' And now all of a sudden, you have a chance to say '67,' Maybe you're not even friends with these kids, but in these moments, right in that second, you feel like you belong. That's not meaningless.
On a cold Monday afternoon in Hyde Park, London, a small group of people gather by the Huntress fountain chatting softly among themselves. Nothing about the group would seem unusual to passing dog walkers and runners until they huddle together and one starts a countdown. On three, a collective scream cuts through the park. The outburst lasts only a few seconds before giving way to laughter.