Generally, I m a nice person. Okay, that may be an overstatement. I m not too nice to service people, customer representatives and the like but to most people I m okay.
For many years I felt guilty about one of the meanest things I ve ever done.
When I was four or five or so, I attended kindergarten at a school called the Educational Alliance in lower Manhattan. It was a great learning experience mostly because I got to explore anything I wanted and the teachers there really liked me. I got to use scented magic markers, the brand new tape recorder (it was the 70’s, the technology was new) and we got to plant our own lima beans. All in all, a fun time.
Well there was a girl in our class named Augusta. She seemed like a perfectly nice girl, but other students used to make fun of her because she only had three fingers.
Being young, of course, I don t quite remember all the details but during one of our bathroom runs I locked Augusta in one of the bathroom stalls. I remember the teachers looking for her for what seemed like hours and I imagine she was quickly found. She never revealed what I had done and I only have fond memories of that school experience.
From time to time, I wondered whatever happened to that girl but it s one of those things I ll just never know.
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