I know I'm risking the TTCM's wrath on this one but...

When I was in kindergarten our teacher let us do watercolor painting one day. I of course, being 5 years old and never having done painting before, was painting outside the lines. For my trouble, the teacher took away my materials and told me I couldn't paint anymore. It made me cry. Now here I am an art student. NAH! Though I'm still not very good at painting, computer art is my bag.

Also, in first grade, I was known for being very garrulous--certainly the most talkative in the whole class. But bad little boys who talked too much got the punishment of masking tape over their mouth for a half hour. Maybe that's why I'm shy and quiet in public. My brain still thinks someone's going to rip of a piece of masking tape and stop my words. Even after the 10 years of homeschool that followed, it's still stayed with me. One day I hope to bust out of it and become like everyone else, but it's going to take time. Then again, my Dad was the same way, even worse, but my Mom said she fixed that REAL fast!