I have very few memories from my 2 1/2 year scholastic career at Chapelwood Elementary School on the West side of Indianapolis, Indiana, but one memory refuses to be erased. It is indelibly etched in my brain — as vivid as the day it was created.
In either first or second grade, I remember the class being corralled into the small library. Usually the teacher or librarian read us a delightful, sanitized story, but this day was different. This time the teachers decided to warp the little munchkins.