(Week 3) Barney and Brittany...

I don't remember very much about pre-school, in fact I can only remember about four or five things that happened in that entire year, but even those are foggy. But, there is one incident that I will probably never forget since it's been sixteen years and I still remember it.

I don't think I played with wooden blocks very often, but for some reason I wanted to on this day and it didn't turn out very well. I remember being on the carpet all by myself trying to build a very tall tower, straight up with a single column of the medium sized blocks. It was looking pretty good as I sat back to admire it, but that sense of pride didn't last too long. A bossy girl who was a little bigger and taller than I was with wild, dirty blonde hair approached my tower carrying a purple and green Barney puzzle cover. She didn't say anything to me or even to herself, she just knocked it down with one swing. A was very upset simply because she knocked my tower over and I had worked so hard on it, but that really wasn't the worst part. The blocks tilted my way and littered the carpet all around me. The corner of one of the blocks fell so hard on my thumb that it turned black and blue under my nail almost instantly.
I remember crying, but not because it hurt so bad. I cried mostly because I had to stand next to my teacher as she tried to coax Little Miss Rough-and Tough to apologize to me and she wouldn't. I remember trying to understand why she thought it was ok to ignore what she had done. I tried to understand why she acted the way she did and why her mom ignored it as well when she came to pick up her daughter that afternoon and the teacher told her what had happened.
It's sad to say this, but looking back, I don't think I ever forgave her while she was at our school. I just tried to stay away from her as much as Icame. possibly could. She went to a different school two years later and sometimes I still wonder what kind of person she became.