At a family get-together, your older cousin pulled you aside with a grin. "Dare you," he said — to do something you weren't comfortable with. Climb the thing you shouldn't. Say the rude word to the relative. Sneak the thing nobody's allowed. He's older, you look up to him, and the other kids are watching to see if you'll do it. If you say no, you're the baby, the boring one, the cousin who chickened out. If you say yes, you're doing something that already feels wrong in your stomach. He's waiting. They're all waiting. And the word "dare" has suddenly made "no" feel almost impossible.