DAY CARE INBETWEEN 2ND AND 3RD GRADE. I REMEMBER IT WELL. THERE WAS GOING TO BE A BIG WATERFIGHT TOWARDS THE END OF THE SUMMER AND I HAD BEEN BEGGING MY MOM FOR A NEW SUPER SOAKER. DAY CARE WAS TYPICALLY BORING AND UNEVENTFUL. WE USUALLY JUST SAT AROUND AND PLAYED OREGON TRAIL ON THE COMPUTERS. BUT ONE DAY WE WENT ON A FIELD TRIP TO A MUSEUM. I DONT REMEMBER WHAT KIND OF MUSEUM IT WAS, THAT WASNT IMPORTANT. ON OUR WAY OUT THERE WAS A GIFT SHOP. THIS WAS DURING A TIME WHEN POGS WERE STILL A POPULAR FAD. I NOTICED A BOX OF SLAMMERS IN THE CORNER OF THE GIFT SHOP. EACH SLAMMER PRICED AROUND 1 OR 2 DOLLARS. ONE OF THE OLDER BOYS, GAZA, NOTICED MY INTEREST. HE AND HIS 6TH GRADE BUDDIES INFLUENCED ME INTO TAKING ONE SLAMMER EACH. I PUT THE SLAMMER IN MY POCKET AND WALKED AWAY. THINKING ID GOTTEN AWAY WITH MURDER I TOOK THE SHINEY NEW SLAMMER OUT OF MY POCKET ON THE BUS RIDE HOME. THE BOY SITTING NEXT TO ME NOTICED AND MADE A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT. SOON, THE TEACHERS WHERE ASKING WHERE I GOT IT AND I NATURALLY SAID FROM THE MUSEUM. WHEN WE GOT BACK TO THE DAY CARE CENTER GAZA AND I WERE QUESTIONED AT THE SMALL CIRCULAR TABLE. BEING COUGHT DOING SOMETHING REALLY BAD FOR THE FIRST TIME KILLS. I REMEMBER SITTING BY THE DOOR, ANXIOUS. WAITING FOR MY MOM TO COME SO I COULD BLAST OFF TO THE CAR BEFORE THE DAYCARE TEACHER COULD TELL MY MOM WHAT I DID. MY MOMMY HAD AN OLD SCHOOL HATCHBACK BOXED OUT BLUE HONDA ACCORD BACK THEN. WHEN I SAW THE TIN CAN ON WHEELS ROLL UP I BLASTED OFF TO GET MY MOM. THE FIRST THING I SAID WAS, "DID YOU GET MY SUPER SOAKER YET?" SHE SAID SHE HADNT HAD A CHANCE YET. I KNEW THAT I WOULDNT BE GETTING MY SUPER SOAKER ANY TIME SOON. WHEN SHE WALKED TO THE DOOR TO SIGN ME OUT THE TEACHER CONFRONTED HER AND TOLD HER THAT WE STOLE THE SLAMMERS. BY THE TIME MY MOM GOT TO THE CAR I WAS ALREADY HIDING IN THE BACK SEAT. I GOT YELLED AT AND WAS PRETTY UPSET FOR A WHILE. WE RETURNED THE SLAMMER AND I WROTE A LETTER OF APPOLOGY TO THE STORE. WHEN THE BIG DAY OF THE WATER FIGHT CAME I HAD A FREAKING PLASTIC BUCKET... LAME. FUCK. WHY DO I REMEMBER RANDOM SHIT LIKE THIS.