When I was a little girl I was a serious rule-follower. Something as small as a disappointed glance from an authority figure was enough to make my stomach churn. So when my first grade teacher got tired of wasted art supplies and made a rule that the kids needed to stop breaking crayons just for fun, you’d think I would easily fall in line.
But something got into me that day, and when I picked up my perfect red crayon to draw I suddenly had an urge I just couldn’t resist. When Mrs. Robbins wasn’t looking, I held my crayon in two hands and broke it easily with a satisfying snap.
Later that night, my mom just couldn’t understand why I was too sick to eat dinner and went to bed with a tummy ache.
I finally confessed, but the tummy ache lasted into the weekend, until my dad ran into Mrs. Robbins at the grocery store, told my story, and she said all was forgiven.
As an adult I looked back and realized the grocery store meeting was very likely a merciful fantasy fabricated by my dad just to make me feel better. But it worked!