Stories from when I was young and possibly dumb
So, I felt like writing something, and I figured it might be interesting to talk about some of the stuff that happened to me while I was younger.
One of the earlier things I remember happened when I was in early elementary school - 1st or 2nd grade. At the time, I went to a Christian school. Not a Catholic school, mind you - just a school that happened to include a Christian curriculum. Now, being my thoughtless, carefree self, I had brought in a toy to school (possibly for show-and-tell, but I'm not certain). In particular, it was a LEGO set from the BIONICLE toy line. To be even more specific, one of these guys:
One of the earlier things I remember happened when I was in early elementary school - 1st or 2nd grade. At the time, I went to a Christian school. Not a Catholic school, mind you - just a school that happened to include a Christian curriculum. Now, being my thoughtless, carefree self, I had brought in a toy to school (possibly for show-and-tell, but I'm not certain). In particular, it was a LEGO set from the BIONICLE toy line. To be even more specific, one of these guys:
They were these bugs called Nui-Rama. You could hold one by the stinger-tail thing, and if you pressed a button on the back, the wings would flap. They were rad.
Well, anyway, I was super excited about bringing it, and just had to show one of the teachers. I remember I showed off the wing-flapping thing, and then showing that the arms and claws could move. I did this by moving the claws so that they were interlocked in front of it.
"Oh! Is it praying?" They said.
I'm fairly certain this was the first I had felt either embarrassment or shame.
Of course it wasn't praying. It was one of the BAD GUYS! What had I been thinking, coming into my Christian school and proudly waving around this toy representing the evil, horrible villains?
I mumbled something that might have been "I don't know..." and walked away, shoulders slumped.
There's no way to be certain, but that might have been the catalyst for my eventual tendency to worry near-constantly about other people's perception of me.
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