When I was a kid I loved getting up early. One morning I woke up at 6:30 AM. I walked down the hallway towards the kitchen but noticed something strange… All the other bedroom doors were wide open and all the beds were empty. Where is my family? I thought. I kept walking and noticed the front door of the house was left wide open. THEY HAVE BEEN TAKEN. Just like Liam Neeson’s daughter in the movie Taken. I did not know what to do. Child-me was no Liam Neeson, no matter how many times I tried to convince myself. I began imagining the worst for my family.
At the peak of my fear I heard footsteps at the door. Oh no, burglars or murderers or Liam-Neeson’s-Daugter-stealers! But it was my family walking in with pizza! I realized that it was actually 6:30 at night and I was in a bewildered post-nap haze. In the end my family had not been murdered and I got some pizza. At that moment I was Liam Neeson (if he had ever starred in a confusing pizza commercial)
DISCLAIMER: The only Liam Neeson movie I’ve seen is Love, Actually.