When I was a kid, and someone accidentally broke a rule or something didn’t go quite right with an outside game we were playing, someone would shout, “Do over!” Those two little words basically meant ... No harm done. Let’s just do it again.

“Do over” was a frequent sound in our outside games. If someone was running to first base in a barnyard kickball game, and it was impossible to tell if the first base player actually tagged the runner out or not, the shout of “do over” could be heard from many of the youthful players. Seldom did anyone argue about the decision to “do over.” It was a quick, easy and fair way to redo what had just been done to ultimately save a tyranny of unhappy players in a friendly game. “Do over!”

As an adult, those “do over” moments on the playground are few and far between, however, my computer at work has a similar feature which I dearly love. The other day, I was laying out a page in the newspaper, and in my zest to get it finished, I accidentally did “something,” and the next thing I knew all the stories and photos had leaped off the page and were floating around somewhere in Cyberspace. Ugh! Gone! Thirty minutes of work down the drain!