I don't have much from my childhood except a single workbook from when I was learning the alphabet. My teacher gave me a frowny-face red-stamp because I turned some of the dots on the letters i and j into stick-figure men, using the dot as the men's head.

My teacher was upset by this and asked me nicely to stop, so I continued doing it from that point on because FUCK YOU! One of my earliest and proudest memories.

My only other early memory was of being punished for not respecting the authority of my teacher. I can barely remember being forced to sit in the corner by myself for hours... which I didn't mind because I'd use that time to fantasize about giant ants killing my teacher. 'Good times. :-)

I don't have much from my childhood except a single workbook from when I was learning the alphabet. My teacher gave me a frowny-face red-stamp because I turned some of the dots on the letters i and j into stick-figure men, using the dot as the men's head.

My teacher was upset by this and asked me nicely to stop, so I continued doing it from that point on because FUCK YOU! One of my earliest and proudest memories.

My only other early memory was of being punished for not respecting the authority of my teacher. I can barely remember being forced to sit in the corner by myself for hours... which I didn't mind because I'd fantasies about giant ants killing my teacher. 'Good times. :-)