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When I was younger, I went to a church retreat trip, which had a little chapel. We were sitting in the pews, and there was an older lady sitting in the pew in front of me. The kid behind her was kicking the back of her pew, making her rock back and forth. She turned around, and I completely expected her to get angry. Instead, she looked at me and smiled. "Feels like a massage," she said. That blew my mind.