I was in class, seated in the second row. The teacher was telling stories and we were all engaged. Then the tides turned. On a large poster she put up pictures of historical figures. Question after question, she quizzed us.

“Ask a question!” she demands of me.

I don’t think I can answer. I am nervous and I haven’t been paying attention. Then it comes to me. There are photos of these historic people as children, “Which one looked better as a child?” I ask. Proud of my quick response.

Then it happens, a butterfly that had been dancing around the room – that everyone was in awe of – flew directly into my ear. It wasn’t pleasant and the teacher could not pull it out.

It burrowed in deeper.

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