Are there moments in your life that you remember vividly, but don't really know why? When I was in second grade, we did math problems on little worksheets with pictures of apples and baskets. I assume my memory comes from one of the first. I finished early, very early. I wanted some recognition, so I went to stand in line with the people who were going to the teacher for help. When I showed her my finished project, she violently drew a star on my paper and then whipped it off of her desk and I watched as it slowly drifted to the floor. I remember feeling ashamed.
Looking back, I know why the teacher did it. She assumed I was a cocky little boy who wanted to show how smart he was. That wasn't my intention, but I'm sure it came off that way. I often think about that incident when I say things to children. I wonder if it is that moment that they will remember about me. I'm not sure how healthy that is, but I can't seem to not do it. Anyway, just a thought.
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