I remember at the end of my Grade 1 year, I was being given an IQ test and the tester asked me what my pet peeve was. I told her that my pet peeve was Jason C. She told me that it wasn't nice to say such things about people. The reason I told her that was because that classmate of mine always falsely accused me of soiling my pants when I didn't have that problem at that age and the teacher's aide took his side and told me that I had to sit on that stupid stool in the corner. I wasn't allowed to go on the Milk Run that day because that stupid helper took Jason's side. I still hold a grudge to this day. I had an intense fear of my own poop. I did everything I could do to hold my bowels until after dark, that fear was so strong.
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