A dull pencil is greater than the sharpest memory. - an English proverb
It wasn’t as bad as I thought. But it happened so quickly, so…unceremoniously. Rather disappointing really. I must have been unconsciously expecting some sort of hoopla. Maybe that’s reserved for others, not for someone who just killed a couple hundred innocent people driving across a bridge to get to work in the morning.
It started when I was just twelve. They would come to our school with their shiny guns, tie up and hang our teacher from a tree upside down by his ankle. They would point at him and laugh, and tell us to laugh along with them. They gave us pebbles and told us to throw it at him as hard as we could.
“You can change the world,” they told us. And as it turned out, they were right.