Free Write

I don't remember everything about my elemtary years but there is one event that I remember very well. I was in 2nd grade and we had these things called stop lights. They were round and they were red, yellow, and green. If we were bad than the teacher would take one of them away. One day I was being loquacious. My teacher took one of my lights and I was devestated. I went home and cried. From that day forward I never spoke out in class when I wasn't allowed. It was one of the worst feelings in my life.