I've always been a bit of a rebel. Really, I'm not making this up. My family and friends will probably snort upon reading this, knowing how obsessive I can be about my schedule (yes, I do indeed make a menu of our meals every week), and how I can be rather compulsive in my behavior. Oh, and how I nearly always follow rules or the law. Because, of course, it would be naughty to break a rule.

But inside, deep down inside, I'm a bit of a rebel.

Don't believe me?

When I was in daycare or preschool (I don't really remember which; I was young), I was leaning up against a wall with a bunch of the other kids. We'd been practicing braiding (you take three shoestrings or pieces of yarn and tape them to a wall and then kids go around to different stations and braid), but I wasn't too interested. I had a crayon or a pencil in my pocket, and while the teacher was looking the other way, I quickly scrawled the letters "s", "e", and... you know, it really doesn't matter what the word was. Just know it was naughty. Anyway, so I wrote these letters on the wall behind the child standing next to me.

Yeah, that's right.

A while later when we all moved and the teacher saw it, I had to undergo some serious questioning. I don't recall ever being busted or punished, so they must have believed my quick lie of, "It wasn't me! It was Susie!"

That's right. I'm a rebel. And a liar. And a rule-breaker. And while at that young age, I had no clue what the naughty word meant... I was still obsessed with (writing) it.

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