Harvard University

As the first texts came in—"Where are you? The game's over."—I grinned, my feet propped against the trunk and my back relaxed along the incline of the thickest arm of the tree. I swung off the branch and clambered down. The satisfaction on my face a little too apparent, I walked back to my friends, who sat out of sight on a swing set. The competition that night was manhunt, a combination of hide-and-seek and tag renamed to suit the "dignity" of kids our age. As I approached the swings, Marc called out, "You won. Where'd you hide?" "That tree over there," I replied. "You climbed a tree?" Jack…