I could do a little ritual.

For embarrassment of the eight year olds. Like when I was a child and I made two toy horses kiss for the first time and one boy told the other about it and maybe they were just delighted to make fun of it. So embarrassing! (That was at a nice house in the Catskills, or else it was in some mountainous area that I thought was the Catskills.) And when the boys were crying for some reason and their fathers (military guys) would get embarrassed and yell at them. But I was allowed to cry more than them because I was a girl. That was so embarrassing, too. Well maybe that was around Storm King. That probably makes more sense. The game farm was in the Catskills. Storm King has vistas of the Catskills.