I remember, my very first day at college, one of my classmates, under the influence of drugs, thought he could fly. He went up to the roof, jumped off, and was killed. He was dead. All that promise. Everything he was, and everything he might have been, X'ed out, because of a tiny quantity of some drug he'd taken.
People can trip up on what seem like very simple words.
And they all looked at one another. And finally, one of the kids, Robert, was honest enough to say what he really thought. When my clothes are all worn out, they get full of holes. You can laugh if you want to. But this kid was ten years old.