Anecdote #38: I was in first grade when I saw my first ding-a-ling. During lunch period Kenny and I hid in the freestanding art supply closet to sheepishly introduce our differences.

Besides what Kenny showed me, I remember that I had orchestrated the whole event and I remember seeing our classmates marching toward us from lunch through the crack in the double doors, which had earlier provided us with the appropriate lighting.