I remember calling a boy "egghead" in first grade because his head was literally shaped like an egg. I wasn't trying to be mean to him but the teacher thought I was so she made me sit in front of a mirror with an egg shaped crown on my head during recess.
This same teacher expected us all to write from 1 to 100 inside little boxes every day. I thought that was stupid and boring so I did anything else but that all day long. She made me stay inside during recess to work on it but I didn't care. Then one day, she was going to make me stay after school and I cried. I was scared she would make me miss the bus because I rode the bus to school and I had no other way to get home. My mom didn't know how to drive so my dad drove the car to work in a different town and he didn't get home from work until long after I got home from school. I don't know what I thought would happen, but she took care not to make me miss the bus.
I remember my mother bringing my younger brother home from the hospital when I was three.