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In the 2nd grade. When we got to school each morning we went to our classrooms and dropped off our stuff, then we went to the gym to wait for school to start. I was in a split class (2nd & 3rd grade in the same room) and while in the gym a 3rd grader came up and asked me what I'd do if my box of crayons went missing. I had the Crayola 128 mega box, with attached sharpener... top of the line.
Of course, when I get to class, my crayons are missing, and Tommy has a box in his desk. I walk over and tell him to give me my crayons and he says they are his. A fight is brewing, so other kids gather round. I reach down and grab the box from his desk and put them behind my back, then simply ask "If these are your crayons, where did you get them?" and he replied "My mom bought them for me at Piggly Wiggly"... I pulled the box from my back and showed everyone the 'Wal-Mart' sticker on the back. Then I put my crayons back in my desk.
I was always a small kid, always being picked on... this was one of my few wins as a kid and it felt so good.
You proved it with a Walmart sticker? Smart thinking.
Not to be mean to little you, but your name should've been on that box - on each side, and one on the inside for good measute.
"If it's yours then why is my name on it in 5 different spots?"
And if my grandma had wheels she would be a bike!